There There Now
The clock
ticks onward.
I need
to go
out into
the cold &
swing squeegee
if I
want to
stay free.
If I
want to
avoid being
put on
a geriatrics
ward with
my kitten
& my
books about
Jesus where
they’ll
tuck me
in at
night &
wipe the
tears from
my face,
uttering the
closest thing
they know
to a prayer:
“There there,”
they’ll say.
“There there now…”
