What isolation feels like

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I’m stuck,

not only literally.

 

Time doesn’t move here. One day feels like three when all there is to do is lie on my back and think.

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I watch my bank account run empty

while my landlord takes out rent.

The pandemic has left me unemployed,

hungry and bored.

 

Mom wants me home,in a town I have grown out of, a town that has forgotten me.

Where do I belong, then?

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In a time of crisis, I get by With FaceTime calls and saying “I love you” over text.