Bearmares
She is over here.
She is over there.
She is everywhere.
I turn left.
I turn right.
There she is.
Within my sight.
I can’t flee.
Can’t you see?
She’ll find me.
I can’t be free.
She is here.
She is there.
She is in my hair.
She’s at my table.
She’s in my bed.
I can’t be free.
She’s in my head.
You don’t care.
Because I’m a bear.
She is Goldielocks.
Well, just don’t stare.
—–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)