Susan Lewis

Dear Dear

caught in the

proverbial headlights.

Machinated like fruit

in sweetly lost.

Worry not,

wont not.

Unbend your lap of

luxury & welcome

home your loyal

servitude. As in

dog slave the

clean. As in

make glove not

lore. As in

legislate an end

to this confusal.

Annunciate;

rise;

repeat.

Lean, you’ll

lessen

in the cool glower

of repair

at once ought

& naught—

(hurry up please,

it’s time)