Quarantine Writing

To the tune of strawberry wine.

Like strawberry wine. Quarantined. Hot April day. Wishing it was May. First taste of Lysol. Bittersweet. No toilet paper sign. Give me some strawberry wine. 

The kids are homeschooled now… seems like years since I’ve left my house, there’s nothing gloved hands hasn’t touched. Is it really TJ Maxx or the loss of my highlighted hair, I’ve been missing so much….