Saturday Morning

What’s up, you ask?

All the shades are down
and I’m afraid of the street
rising like a wave to crest
through the windows. 

I almost struck a man
in the store today
for cutting me off with his
cart.

Came home
with white knuckles
and a fiery imagination
full of apocalypse, hoping
the cat could calm me
and now he’s taken shelter
somewhere. 

I’m going
to kick something —

are you coming over?  Please
say yes, I’ll let you in.
I need someone here
who can see me
even when I have become
invisible.