Quarantine Self-Care


in the deep of disaster, standing
at the window - a vagrant sun
rising above
your beige fishbowl.

teach yourself yoga,
do homemade face masks,
cut nails, paint nails.
spine curled, a knuckled digit:
tip almost to table top.
you cut your cuticle too close,
crescent of red rises in the quick.
continue quarrying in under
with the file, distracted
by the patch of sky painted to glass.

do the dishes, not smashing
a mug to the tile.
paint a sunflower on cheap canvas,
taste the cork in the wine,
turn the TV on.
turn the TV off.
cut your own hair
at the bathroom sink.
clean out the loft.
cut your own skin’s rind.

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