It’s got me spooked
off my heels.
It’s the goose
bumps on my cheeks. On my arms.
The blood
tingles. The pin pricks jumping under my skin.
The feeling
someone’s there but no one is.
Like right now
there’s a tingle on my neck or is it a loose thread off my t-shirt?
A swipe at my
sense of center keeps me discomposed.
This empty
house. A negative stir. Desperation to kill for.
I stutter when I
type or is it the caffeine in my eyes?
On my tongue.
Someone let a
bug in the house!
Gotta kill the
devil. The white devil. Ho! How’d that slip out?
Maybe not a
devil say the neighbors across the stairs but a lonesome imp I agree.
A playful son of
a bitch running around in my home laying down a bogus shadow.
(Don’t get angry
with me ~ I write what it is.)
This is what I
felt when I hit the first key and when this . . . thing was slapping me insane.
Now . . .
dissipation. It’s gone . . . and the air feels like it was never there. Again,
an empty house but it feels different this time. More at ease. Maybe it was
just a running phase.
Great timing too
‘cause my woman just got home.
Victor Millan
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