Lockdown Diary: Day 381

I’m ready for bed
But it’s still daylight outside.
Is this my life now?

Lockdown Diary: Day 380

When I get my shot
The first thing I’m gonna do
Is deny it hurt

Sorry this is late.
My syllable resupply
Was stuck on a boat.

It’s Getaway Day
When at last we’ll get away
From getting away

Birthdays in lockdown
Aren’t official, so my dad’s
83. Again.

Friday the 13th
Came on Saturday this month
(Today was the 4th)

Water molecules
So excited to escape
Sigh and fall as rain

I don’t have two cats
And if you ask either one
It will say the same

Seems I’m not welcome
In San Juan Capistrano
While my throat’s closed up

The more wings you have
The more likely you’re a bug
Or a hospital