Feel Better

The chatter inside my machine tangles the bobbin’s thread into a nest. I am a fearful woman of straw, beckoning the vultures with every careless babble, and laughing with the wolves while I pretend to sleep. 

There are capsules of every hue, tablets for today and tomorrow. Whether you are my super power, or my super villain, I long to understand the you that unsettles me.  

My numb, Stone Age brain unfurls from days of introversion and this porch is my only immersion. I won’t deny that there has never been better time in history to be this way. I do, however, refuse to believe that there will never be a better time. For now, they tell me to feel better.