Now or Later
My darling, you ask the silliest questions:
ecstatic that you chased the strays away;
terrified of their return; not an if but a when,
arriving out of nowhere. The naked jungle
metamorphoses within the confines of my skull;
I fear the lull more than the beast or its hum.
Zonules turned to the vastest flatland;
opened, forced ajar, game of catch up passes
lavish invoices that can’t wait til later.