It was Wednesday, my table broke
down after limping on its lanky left-leg
for 10 weeks or so. Now, today,
Day 13 of self quarantine and my two
weeks old polish has started to chip off
my fingernails–
I painted them in six alternate layers of
red and clear nail polish on the first day
of quarantine, hoping against hope to
make it last through this.
The blaze of sun now dries the soil
quicker, the birds wake earlier,
afternoon heat waves to engulf the
outer rooms upstairs.
Days have been like: self hydrate and
water the plants, sweep the rooms,
clean the shelves, do the dishes, read
the unread, sort newspapers- old and
new, eat, sleep, repeat.
(fading in/fading out)
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