Saturday ride to the zoo

i move

a smidge over on

the D.C. transit,

sliding

on the green vinyl

seat of

the crowded bus,

packed

like sardines in a can.

i don't like

touching people when i'm

sitting side

by side

as we go across town

to the zoo.

not even a shoe

or sleeve.

maybe there's something

wrong with me,

i don't know.

perhaps 

i'm becoming aloof and distant

in my old age.

it just gives me

the willies,

making contact with

other human beings

i don't know,

especially when travelling

across town

to the zoo.

i do much better with animals,

it seems.