Out on the Streets by Judy Schavrien
My worst fear could not be bottled,
but it sure could be bagged.
"Paper or plastic?"
On the streets or under a bridge,
or huddled in dank doorsteps downtown
in shame and manic panic, I would choose
plastic to wrap myself against
winter wind and as the barrier
for ground cover — then would hope for
paper to layer on top for padding.
if someone gave me a sleeping bag
that would be my favorite bag of all.
Written for Poetics — POETICAPHOBIA — at dVerse Poets hosted this week by Stuart McPherson, whose unnerving prompt asks us to "write a poem about a phobia or something that scares you."
(I am not alone in this particular fear. There are endless articles
and at least one book on the topic. A good blog post can be read here.)