Social Distancing

Social Distancing

I miss
dreading social events,
cash and eavesdropping.

I long for
bad cologne, pink eye,
making nasty asides
and registering the car.

I want to
whisper, interrupt,
and overshare. Tell
tourists that Fore Street restaurant
is on Fore Street.

I yearn for
body odor, root canals,
switching from zone defense
to one on one,
Jehovah’s Witnesses,
CPR and library fines.

I miss
circling the block,
splinters, unsolicited advice,
broken escalators,
complaining about
something else
and you.