my heart has swollen up like the river
left me in a state of perpetual anticipation
i check the mail, every day, early
clearly expecting something
more than change of address notes
more than coupons
i wait on floods that don't come
tie down lawn furniture.
at the supermarket,
we buy water and endless breakfast bars
but really, i'm not drawn to the canned goods aisle
hurricanes and earthquakes.
i could watch the world burn
and believe it's the end of days
but i'm too busy waiting