Cusps of closeness

Shanghai quarantine Poem #
In every direction,
a loneliness epidemic
and bitter melon taste.
I plague a few
with my verse.
Some leftovers
for tomorrow.
You told me to take
everything from you –
and the world would change
But all I found
was a stale enclosure.
With dying words
to feed us.

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