Retirement in Lockdown

All those years I wore my mask.
My work mask.

All those years I was locked down.
Confined, controlled.
Through all those birthdays I washed my hands
Of the dishonesty.

All those years I sanitised myself,
Kept myself clean.
All those years I tried to avoid infection,
The sickness of status.
All those years I longed for human contact,
Not sterile transactions.

Now I’m free. It’s done. I’m out.
And we’re in lockdown.

Shit.

Jenny Knight
3am, 3 July 2020

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