Eating peaches

‘SEIZE the day’ they say and the
ANGST
BEGAN: ‘Was I seizing the day in the way I would seize a
PEACH, ripe, ready to slurp – once I’d got over the furry skin texture again which always makes me feel as though I’m wondering what it is I’m really eating.

Yin Yong Chun: Apples and peaches in bowls with polo tapestry
[my title, not the artist’s]

Angst, Eater of Lives

SEIZEd me the nervous fragments, a jjittered pulsing,
BEGAN racing in my mind, breakers tumbling my attention over,
ImPEACHment of a stable sense of me:
ANGST, eater of lives. Appeal to One: remember for me the thread through my tale.

Unwelcome Deposit

GROAN as I see the pigeons on the ledge again.
SCARE them? They’ll fly away, yet be back in minutes.
FECAL adornment outside my window is so gross.
CLANK! I wrangle the steam cleaner to sanitize the ledge.