Sits on the clothesline
And caws.
Caw caw to mess with
Your head.
Caw caw to draw your
Attention to the things
That are better left
Un-attained.
And caw caw to trigger
Your anxiety with
Rounds and rounds
Of FOMO.
Hungry, desperate
And utterly restless-
Ready to push you to
An edge-
Caw caw in your fingers.
Caw caw in the eyes.
Certain cold in the thighs-
Butterflies in the belly
That want to come out.
You try to scratch
Your nose thinking it's
Just an itch.
Just a notification
You say to yourself but
Ain't that a bitch?
Time stretches like
You're sucked into a
Blackhole.
Attention spans,
Bombarding thoughts-
Mere excuses drown
You in a whirlpool of
Dopamine.
Caw caw for the hours
That have passed-
Time-jump like there
Was a wormhole-
Age is just a number.
Caw caw for the years
That have gone.