Present UnWrapping

My quarantine dreams stay stored in clouds and streams,

I made videos from my bedroom to make room in my phone. I processed data while laying down, not resting, just letting things fester.

I peeled sharp, shiny plastic from skin that lacked elasticity while I slept. I clung to pain like cling wrap (romantic like rain and things that stay the same).

I latched onto plastic scraps like the breast of my mother. I spent 26 years jaded and shiny like cheap vinyl. I treasured pain like it was pleasure.

Garnished with my own tears,

- I let real silver tarnish.