I received notice in the e-mail
that we were not to return.
“Until instructed,” it said.
I wonder if I emptied the fridge enough.
Back home now, and my girlfriend is sad.
I wish I could help her but I’m not a vaccine.
I think I’ll just listen.
Can’t do much else in isolation.
WASH YOUR HANDS WASH YOUR HANDS WASH YOUR HANDS WASH YOUR HANDS
It’s been two weeks and I’m out of games to play.
Do you know how bored you have to be,
To open Runescape?
Really fucking bored.
All this, because someone ate a bat?
I hope mom keeps her job.
I hope my friends are okay.
I hope we get through this.
This is just a poem I made trying to channel some of the feelings I've been having in this crisis. It's a little silly, but hey, we could all use a a little silliness right now I think. Here are some points that I want feedback one if that's okay.
1. What works?
2. What doesn't work?
3. What gate did you guys enter through when reading/listening to my poem?
4. Anything else lol
Also, since we're not gonna see each other, I shall reveal that I wrote the bee poem. I'm Number Thirteen! Obvious? Probably. I'm just glad you all enjoyed it.
I knew it. I knew you wrote the bee poem. But you played it cool.
It feels very honest. It's not beating around the bush, the frustration is apparent at the beginning. I think phrases like "I wish I could help her but I’m not a vaccine" adds depth as it strays away from the frustration to dwell on a little sorrow and wholesomeness. The last stanza removes the personal from just your frustration to the community, which is a nice touch. I do want to see more bees.