What I don’t know is most everything outside my door.
Those secrets sound like crow song in their more mystical moments.
In their more nightmarish—like an ongoing car alarm, my sonic and savage umbilical cord connected to a ripped-off world.
The word quarantine comes from the Italian quaranta giorni, literally a space of forty days where plague-ridden ships were kept from shore to assure no latent cases were aboard.
In this isolated room, all I know for sure is that I have trouble sleeping at night.
That is why I’m apologizing for anything I may have said that doesn’t make sense.
Then again, I may have already said that without having said it.
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