rattlesnakes singing all night lately, i try to befriend my catastrophes. this is not so bad. this is not so bad. microwave full of bees. the rattlesnakes beneath the bed asking for "just one ankle." i say, "i am asleep." our moon cracks her skull slipping on the top stair. every attic has a dead man's coat. tell me you still feel some joy when, in the morning, you ask your body to become the person again. a goldfinch is on the news preaching about the end times. he eats worms like each is his last. i say he is a doomsdayer but then, at night, i stare into my phone looking on amazon for a portable water purifier. add to cart the backpack i will escape with as rattlesnakes sing.