I can’t see a germ.
I can’t see inside a person’s soul.
Even with my expensive trifocal lenses, that’s something I can’t do.
I can’t see these things.
I am wary of the things I think might be there….somewhere inside…the things that might hurt me.
I watch and wonder when the hammer is going to fall.
I wait for the germ or an unexpected cruelty to take me down.
Nah!
I’m just fooling around.
I don’t have such a negative world view.
People are usually good…usually nice.
I like people.
But…this Covid-19 stuff is pretty crazy.
Homemade protection is what we need.
Jenny went to the store yesterday and told me that she’d seen a bunch of old people walking around in Playtex gloves and red bandanas….probably a raincoat or two….other weirdnesses…homemade hazmat suits.
That’s the best we can do…homemade protection.
Voodoo magic to keep the bad juju away.
I deliver mail but don’t want to touch or be touched by any of the people I see out in the world.
I don’t want to catch a germ.
If we don’t separate with our normal habits…our cellphones and distractions…well…this germ is going to finish the job and really keep us all apart.
I am afraid of the things that I cannot see.
I am afraid of my expectations.