What do you see
When you peer at me
Through my window screen? Continue reading
I’m awake at dawn, the clock strikes 5 as I watch
The fan above turn the sultry summer air around and
Around with the thoughts in my head – WHAT TO DO
Today. The list begins as I stretch and wonder why I do
What I do until I move past the window and pause. Continue reading
I see it. The red food that pops out of the sea of green.
I soar toward it, flitting fast fast fast, my tiny wings as swift as the fairies, pushing me toward the prize.
I attack, in my sensual, feminine way, sucking up the nectar, feeling the juice course through my florescent-feathered body, feeling the strength return as I flitter away, flying into a blue paradise of air and clouds and tall sturdy branches.
But I don’t stop. I never stop. My kind can’t stop – we’re built to live in constancy, in motion that has no pause, no completion, because we’re always searching for the next red or orange or pink bud of desire.
The next driven drink of life.