Ode to Quarantine Here, among the letters of my keyboard I talk, forgetting to click unmute my lips ramble wearing Chapstick Hoop earrings, hair tie, blouse on top—the tip of the iceberg Pink pajama shorts below, Mismatched socks, two left feet Out of sight Surrounded by pixels Too small for the eye Big enough for the brain, as it misinterprets faces, 2D faces, a congregation of pixels as people Only you can separate me from my screen Meld the pixels into reality A glitch is all you are, in technology terms you are a human bug and I cannot help but wish that you preyed on things with batteries, instead of preying on things with hearts --Lindsey