Hug deficit

I’m starting to forget what hands feel like.
And how to perform the two step dance with a stranger
before the weight of their chest against my stomach
makes me panic for being so tall.
It’s been centuries since I’ve put my cheek
on the cheek of someone in an office reception
and made a fake kiss sound.
Can anyone remember what my mum smells of?
I avoided eye contact with a spider plant yesterday
and resisted the urge to ask a spatula
if it was enjoying the sun as I waited for the lift
of my toast from the toaster.

© Carl Burkitt 2020

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