Reflection on What Makes Us Tick

My head leans a little to the left

Like it’s too much for my neck to support,

Like me ears want to close with the excess rapport.

And time doesn’t matter like never before.

My minutes flap away on abused, gilded wings

And I envy my dog for not noticing.

 

I am exhausted.

 

By what? There’s no excuse.

Like a penitent sinner, I begin to peruse

The explanations. Only one comes to mind.

In my happy aquarium, my fish only wait

For the others’ death to serve their appetite.

Reviews

[Emily B]

wow! I'm never sure where the wonderful will come from . . . sometimes I find it in the most surprising places. Looking forward to reading more of your work.