Quarantine

Even though our 500 ft2 apt is a petri dish Even though the bathroom pretends to be an office Even though the TP clock is ticking Even though even a good song may grow old Even though I have eaten all the almond butter Even though you won ’t wear headphones Even though we can’t help but be together Even though I can only take you out to take-out Even though florists are nonessential Even though a kiss carries more than we know Even with this Still will I wish: Won’t you be mine, My quarantine.

Source: JAMA - July 21, 2020 Category: General Medicine Source Type: research