Plath and Ash (Covid-19 Poem)

​She reads Plath and taps ash
Into the clam shell,
Which a young feminist housemate gave her
As a gift
Look at it, she had said
It’s the vagina,
Don’t ever be afraid to look at it.
Mice scurry along the rafters
She had ice cream for dinner
And for afters -
She chews the marshmallows
Off of the Easter egg.
Too much saccharine
Too many sulphurous dreams,
Not enough sleep.
Bathroom air vent whirrs
Trainers discarded in a running position
Are ready to leave
Always ready to run.
The cruise ship moon dips into clouds
As the crew shout; help
From quarantine.