spewing that sticky nasty sap

….

she needs a nap, or a snap
decision, some closure of
pant(s)
and rant
and reason.
she needs a season of rest,
a trestle to lean on.

it’s all a trap, and she needs
a new bap
        ……….(tism)
about the head to snap
out of it, a flapping of
wings and a tree
to count rings, and
all those finer things
in life that stick
and stay.

or better yet, just get her
a mocha caramel frappe
and stay
out of her way.

 

…
Prompted by a phrase from my Shawna. 🙂