Foot-long toothy fish teem in the water,
scratching my legs. An unknown bystander
does nothing to relieve my torment.
The day before: a trip to the co-op,
my first adventure in three months,
the trial run for my home-stitched mask.
I grab produce and protein and follow the arrows
on the floor. I ask for help to find polenta and tea,
then hurry down aisle 6 and forget
the Lapsang souchong.
Were those fish calling me out
for avoiding eye-contact?
Were those monsters my suppressed fears?
The quest does not always equal the expectation.