Is how the quarantine feels like the past;
Like March two years ago, when what were small
Case rates seemed large, and we had not amassed
A range of options other than to sit
At home and hope the plague would pass us by.
Now we have more to do to ward off it
But once it hits, there's nothing left to try
Except the same old staying home. And now
We wait. There's nothing but the waiting.
And if there's something else, I don't know how
To find it. I just hate anticipating
The test that tells my future. So I wait
And as I wait, I feel my back teeth grate.
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