Preparing for the Slow Months
A few days ago you caught a spider bite
Behind your ear
Two indents
Tunneling
Two possible days they could’ve happened
When you refused to put ointment on them
I stopped caring so much
The actor I am
Erasing tension like a shotgun blast
Doesn’t work for you
You flip the lobe
Twist your head
Hand me a small dot of light from your phone
For me to confirm the thing
You can only bother
The fresh rhubarb you got from the farm
Stiff in the fridge
Mustard greens watery in a plastic green bag
Suffocated from the sun
For what?
I have no ideas for you
Under your skin
So far
The world is attacking us
We fight different
Pink and red circles
We talk too much - and still can’t find the culprit
Or locate those future recipes we can doctor
We will not be homeless
Or die from lyme disease
But we must stock our freezer before Gus comes
To take bites from your body.
(May 15th, 2024)
