I've passed the disenchanted one, in the empty hallway I've heard the isolated girl, arguing in the mirror I've seen the angry hermit girl reflected in the toaster I've noticed the crazy girl, crying in the shower I've enjoyed the whispers of the poet talking to herself Her latest performance had the largest audience yet the flowers were captivated but the cat left unimpressed
A poem about the corona virus and isolation, boredom, and poetry and a cat