(Written at the start of lockdown)
My wild side looks similar To when we went to Glastonbury I haven’t showered since Sunday I’ve worn the same clothes on And off for nearly 4 weeks Apart from my pants My hair remains unwashed Since maybe end of last week We’re eating what we have And buy what we need I’ve got a suntanned face From unexpected sun I fall into bed completely Shattered And sleep deeply for a few hours Then wake with a start And rub my eyes And put on the same clothes And repeat And repeat And repeat. It’s the wild side for now And it’s becoming normal.
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