Sick as a dog, waiting
to get well, WHILE the
world turns GREEN out
the window, daffodils send
one brave SPEAR after
another into the chilly air

Georg’ann

Blankly staring at the wall,
listening to clothes the dryer.
Occasional scrape of metal
against metal. No rhythm
to GUIDE me toward rest.
Intermittent pings become
my ENEMY. Steady sound
then a BREAK startles, heart
accelerates with sharper clang
or ping. Now the furnace blows.
Jazz duet, the discordant variety
that jangles my nerves.
Are the lights flickering? Yes.
It’s not CLEAR whether they’re
grooving with the machines,
or like me, about to blow a fuse.
Watery, tired eyes. Pulsing head.
Stuck on this unmade bed as if
a SPEAR held me in place.

Heather