on intrusion

is there someone you can call 
to talk to you about the presense of electric orbs
hovering in your house? really, it is your fault
for leaving all the windows open 
& talking to yourself. everything can become
an act of summoning if you are not careful.
this is why we should keep our wanting quiet--why we
do not tell others the wishes we make
over blown out candles & beheaded dandelions.
i am not a good person to consult
on unwanted visitors seeing as i have been one.
you must have said something then--you must have 
suggested you were lonely or that you wanted
to seethe with power. these kind of things
don't happen to normal people.
have you ever had an angel visit 
to tell you about the circumstances 
of your own death? you have to understand,
angels are very mischevious & bored. one stood
on my coffee table with all of its sixteen eyes
& told me i would die the next day. when i lived
i took back all my prayers to angels 
& redirected them to pigeons who are
far more holy. if the orb speaks, as it likely will,
resist the urge to write down everything it says.
let the words wash over you. it might tell you
the deepest truths about you or it might tell you 
spools of lies. it is also possible 
the lies & the truths will overlap. 
what i am trying to say is, you need to 
handle this one on your own. i have
a lot going on. my windows are always open
thus i have a lot of visitors. they are talking now
& i should be a better host. what you need to do
is hide your journal. you have no journal?
well then hide your lost teeth,
the ones you used to save is a cleaned out 
black-berry jam jar. just trust me
it will be better this way. we wouldn't want
an electric orb to also have teeth.
that scares even me. you should just accept now
that it might never leave even if you try.
you could invest in a tarp to drape over it
or you could give in & stare deeply into 
its radiance until you feel your face go static 
& you too become a window intruder. the latter
is what i did. there are still moments 
on the right evening where i feel myself drawn 
to becoming an orb of energy. i wake up
dazed & laying face up in parking lots.
i spit dryer lint from my mouth. so thirsty, i rush home
to take a cool shower where i cry huge 
furnature-sized tears. i apologize. i have said
more than you wanted. what you really need to do 
is rush it the orb. you will know
what to do when you stand for hour. take note
of the way it casts shadows on your living room floor.
observe your life reflected in its tangled face.
call me then & tell me what you saw.