Bugs


Damn it!
You bit me!
Your virus
Is in my veins.
I can hear that sassy
Southern voice
Sluicing through the seas
Of my daydreams,
Lilting in the thoughts
Of my inner ear.
Dancing in my pockets
Dripping their syrup
On the echoes of my sleep.

There’s got to be a salve,
An ointment or a cure.
Can’t have this distraction
This inner buzz
This joy of chemistry.