Today,

Johnny God-knows-who,

Nudges me on the shoulder,

Simply to discern

Who I was beneath my mask,

Woolly hat, Hydrochloride alcohol smelling

Lady Macbeth, Pontious Pilate

Washed hands, loose jeans ensemble

I strayed out of the house in.

I do not know if I shiver

Out of fear of contagion

Or how much I miss

The absence of human contact.

Me! the least high-fiving,

Touchy-feely social bubble

Wearing fool I have ever met.