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It’s Probably Not Functional Now
It’s probably not functional now
I can’t get my mind off this bill I had in my bag
Now it’s gone
Wonder if I left it at home
No way to know
Nothing I can do
Note to self: If I don’t find it call and cancel the check
Maybe being so uptight will serve me yet
Mostly it just leaves me a nervous wreck
Shaking like a small dog
Like my mother –like my dad—
She called me this morning
Talking staccato rapping, breathless
About the blizzard or some shit
White Wizard of Oz
Adrenaline, amphetamine
Me? I don’t even drink caffeine
You? Will they ever know what I mean?
Who cares?
Small child flying down the stairs
Two, three steps at a time
Now ke’s crying
Ashiren shrieking and speaking Ymirian
The worlds contained in stories take up more real estate than the one outside
Wings pinned in place, dying, dipped in formaldehyde
I’d rather sit home and read alone
Let them that come a knockin’ use the phone
Or better yet let’s just text
—The closer they come the more empty my tongue—
The text, the text takes on
Colors the eye
Return the favor, follow me outside
Rejoining the human race
Nictitating membrane double blinks slowly on an alien face
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