Games, guitars
Clicking keyboards
As adrenaline
heroically
Breaks through the
heart’s
Beta blockers
Poetry struggling to
be born
Amid piles of paper
goods
And useless cans of
Presidentially-declared
Canned chicken
Trying not to worry
About my well of semi-poisoned
Water
Dependent on electric
power
All that matters
Are the words
Typing ferociously
Occasionally glancing
Out the glass door
Into the swamp
For desperate eyes
Watching me
With a full
refrigerator
Typing maniacally
With a keychain pepper
sprayer
Protection against
Those eyes
And I think how
Pepper spray is Capsicum
annuum
Chilli peppers
An herbal hemostat to
stop bleeding
And a savior hemostat
To stop the eyes
Watching me
In the semi-darkness
In a time of chaotic
pandemics
But to me
In this teardrop of
time
Only the words matter…
© 2020 Clarissa
Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: SWAMP WOODS

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