Solitary Confinement

Solitary Confinement

Let's pretend Covid
cannot touch me here,

In my imagination. 

There are no mandates, 
or quarantines, 

or swabs, 
or masks. 

It’s a place filled with 
delightful and dangerous 

thoughts— 

a hawk of poor vision,
a frozen flight of students, 
an enemy drone, 

breathing down my neck.

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