Fear Comes To Visit
he is out there
almost every day
standing at the end of my sidewalk
wearing a ratty old trench coat
and fedora hat
pulled down so I can’t see his face
lurking in the shadows
he wants me to invite him in
so he can tell me
over and over again
that I will die
a long, slow death
from diabetes
i do not need to use my imagination
for he
describes everything
in lucid detail
IF I CHOOSE TO LISTEN
but today
i think I’ll keep the
lemon cookies and jasmine tea
just for myself
for i need not share them
with someone
who chooses
to devour
all the goodness
in my life