Voices – Dog Park

There were times at the house
all of us, Sarah, Rufus, Milo,
and it would just be so playful
in the back yard.
Hey – stop it. Stop it.
They just love those plants back there.
We could hear them there,
digging holes beneath the tree.
She doesn’t really like the tennis ball anymore.
She’s a real cutey. Come on, Honey.
Come on, time to go home. Come!
Stay. Sit, sit, stay.
It was such a great time hanging out.
Nope! Sit, stay. Good dog.
We’ll see you guys next time,
I’ll tell you about the time she found a truffle.

The Shakes

And I felt my legs shake again, and I felt my whole body shake, stricken electric and stubbornly violent.

Is it what Parkinson’s feels like? Is it what people having strokes, or heart attacks, or panic attacks? Is this a panic attack? A Hallucinogenic nightmare?

I can put the pressure on one area if I chose, with my mind, not my body, on let the shakes shudder there, within, rocking my body like a earthquake.

It doesn’t feel great; it feels like too much of something great. I’m cold… and these blankets do nothing.