In that year
Our hair grew
And grew
Clogged one drain
And then another
There was time
To pour the poison
Little by little
And loosen the clumps
Of quarantine.
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“loosen the clumps/of quarantine.” Beautiful, Tina! Lovely encapsulation of that time.
love the detail and focus of this quarantine poem, fresh
Very creative spin on Covid and its isolation!