my new collection, Quarantine

Several poems I wrote during those crazy times

Poem from my new collection, Quarantine

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Cashier

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Oh my brave cashier,

Thank you for being here.

You help me stay fed

So I'm not hungry when I go to bed.

You deserve danger Pay

If I had my way.

Author's Note

This is one of the poems I wrote at the very beginning of quarantine. It was the only good one in the collection, the rest will remain unpublished.

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

I agree completely! I think the military calls it "hazardous duty pay", and everyone who put themselves out in public during that time deserved a fatter paycheck. Nice work, my friend.

[SweetNutmeg]

Thank you! That was a terrifying, lonely time. I was able to work from home entirely, which was safe but deprived me of even very basic human contact. The one time I regretted living alone.