loot

a corona virus stir crazy poem =]

I’m daughtering in place and it’s a full time job.

I'm a posable figurine, like a Barbie for my mom.

She's been shopping in a frenzy, to fill the empty hours.

I think we have an Amazon truck dedicated to our house.

I needed another closet so we took my sister's room

It looks like a Dior outlet-store or maybe King Tut's tomb.

"I think you've gotten carried away," I said to her last night.

Looking at all the loot arranged, she said, "you may be right."

Author's Note

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