5/2/2017
Distractions itch like poison ivy
in spots I cannot reach.
To scratch just one pesky distraction
would bring me such relief.
(But) the more I scratch—the more I itch;
dancing this insufferable dance.
Growing, multiplying—they're everywhere:
distractions mound like fiery ants.
Here! There! There! and There!
Distractions plaguing me.
Never a moment of silent reprieve,
I wish they'd let me be!