Coffee

I am vibrating
but
I want more coffee.

That Moment When...

That moment when you
desperately
want someone to see your
struggle
but are also afraid they will
because
you are just

too

damned

tired

to form an
explanation they will
understand.

The Nibbling of a Thousand Ducks

The nibbling of a thousand ducks
is a single peck -
a paper clip coming free and falling to the floor,
hemline catching in the chair, papers
scattering,
as I move to pick it up.

The nibbling of a thousand ducks
is the anxiety of a daughter, insistent in her
perfectionism, the temper
flying
crying
dying
wondering if the lying
will stop.

The nibbling of a thousand ducks
is a single peck -
the check gone astray in the mail,
returned shredded, bill
overdue.

The nibbling of a thousand ducks
is the procrastination of a partner, the pursuit of
the ideal an enemy of good enough, the thief of
hospitality
practicality
reality
trapped in the prosaic banality
of logistics

The nibbling of a thousand ducks
is a single peck -
the missing hairbrush, the broken
umbrella.

The nibbling of a thousand ducks
is the boiling of a frog from cold to 100°
Celsius or 212° Fahrenheit if you prefer,
seeping through all the pores, insidious,
unrealized,
until
overload
download
explode.
Wish I was a toad
instead of a frog.