Feeling sluggish, like someone put two stones behind my eyelids, I slip on the white, cotton gloves my mom bought for me to wear to the shops. A friend of hers says they are the same type of gloves epidemiologists wear on the subway. “You can be like Audrey Hepburn,” she said. I imagine myself dolled up with a big pouf bun, a brash pearl necklace, a danish between my rouged lips, crumbs sticking to my black velvet dress, as I stand in the canned goods aisle trying to decide what sort of tomato paste I’ll need for the curry.
Sarah Jack is an actor studying with the Terry Knickerbocker Studio in Brooklyn. Also a writer, she’s spent quarantine working on a compilation of poems. Find Sarah online at sarahmjack.com and on Instagram @therealsarahjack