poems

my wife asks me where they come from.

truth be told, i don’t know.

they appear like mouse droppings in the garage.

or startle you like wind on a still night.

they attack like wolves at a carcass.

when you’re alone and nobody’s home they sneak up on you like a shiver down your spine and squirm: jot down every line!

Ken Kakareka is an American writer nominated twice for Best of the Net.