Here, let me give you
a butterfly net…
the eyebrows and the eyelashes
are out of order,
the moon is pock-marked,
I’m standing on a tilting plane…
sky’s set of angel wings –
are they clouds that look like ribs…
one plus one is blood
and one minus one is…
it’s so loud, I can’t hear everything
at once, the yellow is thrumming, insisting…
skin crawls,
they say,
but to me it is the brush of insect wings….
Forgot what I was doing
it was
or was not sleeping…
sometimes
you breathe in the sunshine…
Lights flash,
road reflects –
rain at night
but why does my anxiety
ripple down…
Daily Poets 