windowless room

covid poem

(poem) I feel like I'm stuck in a windowless room. nowhere to go, nowhere to bloom. reading the news to refresh the doom. pretend that your presence is felt over zoom. what time to do I eat? what time do I groom? when to stop working? and when to resume? I bought some yarn, I bought a loom. you and I walk on down by the flume. email the landlord and brace for a boom. winter is here in all of its gloom. while lesions and tissues take over my womb. even a mansion can feel like a tomb. I feel like I'm stuck in a windowless room.

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