Lockdown haiku diary – Weng U Pun
Weng U Pun’s innovative lockdown haiku diary dictates the ins and outs of her lockdown experience

Blue, warming morning.
Brewed tea to pour down the sink.
Red, wet, hollowed eyes.
Fickle mood. Up. Down.
Uncertainty. Gluttony.
I’m depressed. Ooh. Phone.
Our food sweats outdoors.
We swelter in the sun but
we don’t mind. It’s nice.
Where art thou, bin men?
Hear it buzz! A breeding ground
for the red-eyed folk.
Squeezing my glutes for
lemon juice, my body is
a goddamn machine!
Don’t touch, don’t talk, don’t
look, don’t linger, don’t trust,
don’t smile, don’t breathe, don’t.
“Chinese! Wear a mask!
You have coronavirus!
You are the virus!”
Two mules trekking back,
two weeks’ shop on their backs,
shoulders and elbows.
What’s for dinner, babe?
Prosecco, beers, fruity wine,
and tiramisu!
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