it waits
not in a place
like a monster you can
dispel with a flip
of the light switch
it doesn’t lurk
in the closet or under the bed
though you can feel it waiting
waiting all around you
that clicking
ticking
of the clock
reminding you that
the year is spent
like your birthday money
that you blew on
a record that you wanted
for just one song
and a magic trick
that was interesting
exactly once
Words and Feathers 