Grocery Jokes My first trip inside a grocery store Since March. A woman stood too close to me in the salt aisle. A mask-less man laughed too near me by the potato bins. I used to love the sound of laughter, Eliciting it from the crowd, But now it makes me think of projectile molecules-- A force behind the spread of germs. And I'm not so funny anymore, Only David here to hear my jokes. He's been telling better one's lately.
Glute Bridge to God I returned to work last week, Leading workouts in a parking lot. I was lying on the ground in a glute bridge hold When the sun escaped a cloud And struck my eyes, Blinding me like Paul on the road to Damascus. I wanted to call out to God, But my mask was suffocating, And anyways it was time to give instructions For the next move.