Remember when I snapped at the sight
of a sparrow? That plain bit of nature
reminding me I can’t grow tomatoes
or live without a microwave.
I worry about the Strait of Hormuz.
Will there be gas for the trucks
that bring us
our cool ranch Doritos?
What about those coffins
and swing-sets on TV?
Keeping children alive for the feast
of dark energies.
I can’t build a nest or find any worms.
I can’t feed my young without taking
the mark of the beast.
It just might be true there are aliens
running the show. I asked if you’d heard
of Reptilians, and you started flicking your
tongue, flapping your ears.
That’s when I felt human again, sitting
at brunch with a gila monster. The waitress
came and poured some more raspberry tea.