Quarantine Diaries

I have begun

To like these cold slow late nights

Of loneliness… along

With a binge-worthy television

Sitcom, and a set

Of memories, I am trying to put

Behind the bars of the telescreen.

These slow turgid nights are like repetitions

Of a certain kind which

Make me write these dreadful verses

Perhaps,

And repetitions are useful, someone

Told me once.

Repetitions are painful

But full of use

Nonetheless.