Gadflies
i don’t know what the future will bring
i’m not a seer
there’s no future
tomorrow never knows
& yet
the lightning is crackling
the storm is brewing
things are ragged & uneven
pregnant with suspicion & alarm
everything’s going to be all right
everything’s going to be all right
but the storm clouds stick around
the air tingles & buzzes
short sharp shocks to the senses
nerves lit up like new york
there’s nothing to fear but fear itself
fear is glued to the inside of my skull