Long Division

I wear a mask when we walk the dogs and when I see someone approaching a block away, I cross the street. I haven’t been in a store or a restaurant since March 13th. I wash the mail, well, not really. I let it sit in the front hall for a couple of days, push it around with my foot to see if there are any important bills. I text, I Zoom, I email but I don’t see any of my friends or family in person — not from six feet away, not from twenty.