Quarantine

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Quarantine

Something is birthing
a nameless malady
outside they lock the doors
draw the curtains
a teapot strains
under unnecessary weight
two teabags for one
a semi-silent radio hums
disinfected doorknobs
naively proud of their strongly scented shine
light quakes
night wakes
fever breaks.

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