Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Waiting For The Dog

Waiting for the dog
to eat it
I keep stepping around.
Avoiding.
The bee.
I think it’s a bee.
Or something.
Yes.
That’s what it is.
Avoidance.
Just circling the globe.
Out of me.
I forget to write it down.
Melodies drift in and out.
Pieces of crap
that took me four days to do.
The bank.
The post office.
My taxes.
Eat me raw.
I’m scared of what I’ll find.
Mangoes and raisins.
So I avoid.
I think I’m getting some stomach flu.
because I feel nauseous.
I have avoided writing
all day.