The Quarantine Chronicles, Day 9

DAY 9: I could learn a foreign language

improve my guitar playing

lose weight, treat my skin, make love

-- NAH --

let's just keep the radio on 
the rising-number-of-dead channel

and fry liver and onions till

there ain't no more

no more strategies or pursuits

when did I ever walk around this

crappy neighborhood unless to get

somewhere anyhow

but now I imagine myself down

there in the sun -- first day

of spring --

where? anywhere when I get out

of detention I'll go out

out there

brave new worlds, new civilizations

across the universe -- that's me

me free, me not in this cage

although, cage could be worse

and I'm not-dead today

yet what is freedom, what is choice

can I hear

my own voice

calling my name

into the vacuum

no answer back

in any language

foreign or domestic.