Ten foot poles

I’m trying to pick up. I really am. All day today I had “ten foot pole” in my head. Something about my being all out of them. Something about poking from afar. There’s a band called Ten foot pole. There’s an entry in the Urban Dictionary. I’ve used them myself many times. Mostly on my own issues. Something about not even feeling that ten foot pole poking me. That surely means something about feeling lonely even with company. That must be an indication of my hunger. Looking for ten foot poles to distribute. Because quite frankly, who would want to enter here without one? Even with the door wide open, there’s a lineup at the dispenser and it’s empty. Ten foot poles with a hook at one end, even that would do. To pick up. I don’t want to touch anything without one, so why would you?