Perspective

What was the message 

that flew in through the window

crawling over my email and

jumping from noun to verb?

I read it only by implication,

squinting every so often

between the breath of life

and drum beat of passion.

“Out damn spot”, I said

in mock exasperation,

only to go on to tea drinks

higher thoughts and scratching.

I got it, stars, now please get 

back to your own business too.