day 20 of quarantine

here’s what i want you to know.

i want to be frivolous. i want the $100 face cream that won’t stop time. i want a closet full of linen and wool, a capsule wardrobe befitting of a gwenyth paltrow or one of those other rich white women. i want to live in that tax bracket that knows what adaptogens are, drinks $8 mushroom teas for wellness with private yoga teachers. i want their carefully planned out days in quarantine, each hour mapped out for them to be the most productive and mindful version of themselves. i want whatever version of life that has enough money, enough food, enough of everything good and green and whole and beautiful.

here’s what i want you to know.

i want to know if there will ever be enough for our lot and when will it happen and who will i know that will be our first casualty and when can i leave my house?