Kerry Loughman’s “Social Distancing Becomes Me”

Social Distancing Becomes Me

by Kerry Loughman

Remotely I discard the sentiment 
of hearts beating as one
when no two hearts can beat 
             equally without cost.

 I am the least trod path 
and mask my fears
with the polished nicety
of a forced smile.

 I hoard my words & 
live my life
            in and to 
                        the minimum:

 carry little  
drink less 
let the least amount 
                        of calories
cross my chapped lips.

 Avoid all body lotion & salves 
as plenary indulgent
            and false prophecy.                

Face alone the reality 
of deep wrinkles & bone 
in the bathroom mirror.

I barter my breath daily
for a snatch of song
             from the sparrow.

Previously published in What Rough Beast (August 6, 2020)

* Writing Prompt: Write a poem that incorporates a catch phrase for the time (social distancing, work from home ) with a part of you. Include habits and past histories. Twist and exaggerate so the truth becomes farcical. Have the presentation of the poem on the page mirror your personality.

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