I am so tired
Weary
Drifting into dejection
into ennui
to fog
On little cat’s feet
my mind tiptoes past the pen
the raging herd of worry
anger, confusion.
Hush little baby, don’t say a word
Momma’s going to make you a cute face mask
Smiles are rarer these days
unreadable without optics
Teeth flash but the soul is dull
cotton ¿grin? joyous eyes
Life is streaming
dance party, class, funeral.
unseen,
u n s e e a b l e,
t h e p r e d a t o r
t a k i n g i t s s h a r e,
l e a v i n g s o c i e t y
e x h a u s t e d
