Another Zoom call

I look into a nostril
or at an empty chair
I also see myself
which is distracting - how’s my hair?

No one looks me in the eye
I did not shake their hands
and suddenly I’m wondering:
would they be wearing pants?

It can be quite unsettling
being on a call
It may say I'm connected
but I don't feel that at all

All incidents portrayed in this poem are fictitious. No identification with actual persons is intended or should be inferred.