blow me a kiss, but
press your lips at your elbow.
no blowing/kissing.
stop sitting front row
at poetry slams. don’t shout
ayo spit that shit!
oh, and rap battles
must be performed back to back.
disinfect your grill.
no more MAGA dates
(sharing milkshake with two straws)
think of the turtles.
and most certainly
come next halloween, no more
bobbing for apples.
lovely just showed me
this video of a
contraption made for
contactless hugging.
i don’t need to give you a
detailed description,
just know that this guy
hugged his mom through a shower
curtain with arm holes.
i could already
imagine my own mother
donning a plastic
sheet, arms outspread wide
while my bourgie ass asks, is
it BPA-free?