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Quarantine and Kitchen Table
Past sunrise continental breakfast greets marmite and cheese with begging dog each morning by this table Procrastination, chocolate bar I should have done more, I know I am able noon and guilt arrive with table cloth cheese and Marmite tea in glass domestic conversation me, trying to act stable The sun is tired and goes to rest I go to deck the table knife and fork, vork en mes silver pan, soup ladle the day is done, just like that wake tomorrow, repeat this staple
The Mask
Wearing a mask has become a sign of utmost empathy one can show to another We do not wear a mask to protect ourselves, but rather to protect others It is an implicit statement of love, not fear I wear my mask to prevent the spread of the virus that can make you sick Not because I think everyone around me has the virus and wants to infect me Not because I am afraid of the virus I wear my mask to comfort you, not to make you feel apprehensive I wear my mask as a solider in this war against a microscopic threat that spares nobody It is armor Six feet apart and a piece of fabric to cover our face...