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.