Swirls

Swirls and swirls and circles
Whirring fans
Slurring words
Slicking fur and curling hair
Fluffing the feathers of a bird

Clarity, it’s crystal
Missing
The whistles
The crickets chirp
The hot sun hits your smoke signals
You call and no one picks up

Cicadas, cadence carries
Can we
Call it a night
Close up all the windows
Don’t let the bed bugs bite

Lines and lines and light
Fighting flights
Of stairs all night
Sleep soundly with cold friends,
Old friends
And others you don’t like

Raving mad, they twist it
Kiss it
The clenched fist
Goodbye, I’ll miss it
Shift your weight, you’ll wish you didn’t
Flinch