QUARANTINE DAY 6—
by Michelle Awad



I have scratched all the polish

off my nails. 



I’m biting them again.

You stare at your phone

and show me

the six-hundredth meme,

and I smile

weakly.

I stare at my computer

screen.

For the first time in over

a year, I write poetry
I have no

intention

of you ever seeing.

I imagine 


I feel hungry but cannot be

bothered to eat

the same way

you don’t think about

having *** with me.

Numbly.

Absentmindedly.

Honestly.  

You still ask for a kiss

when you have done

a good job.

I thank you for making

lunch again (kiss) I thank you

for bringing me

my charging cable (kiss) I

thank you

because you love me (kiss) you
love me (kiss) and 
I feel
guilty

that it doesn’t
seem enough 
lately.

Stay inside, they said,

it’s safer, they said.

What a load a ****.