In dim light, I half listen to myself singing Are you Lonesome Tonight? on YouTube, hour after hour ...
quarantined
in a world of detached others
I elbow-bump
this drunken shadow
on the attic wall
Hearts' Poetry, 4, June 2022
A Room of My Own: Time Span Tanka
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in blossom rain
my pink-haired daughter laments,
*we'll all die one day...*
I reply, let's hope
the time span makes life unique
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