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.
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.
“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!