Quarantine

A short free-verse poem about me grappling with all the privilege I have was randomly born into, whilst enjoying a cushy quarantine.

I was born, 

and placed in a blanket,

it kept me warm and they

said it made sense for me

to live there,

I live, breathe,

eat and complain, 

engulfed in polyester and

cotton,

Everyday I am shown a catastrophe,

and everyday I manage to forget.