cabin fever
me and the old lady
in our cabin, chillin
livin off the grid
livin off solar panels
and psychedelic drugs
roastin meat and
makin sweet love.
knock knock knock.
i freeze
and turn to her in disbelief;
we live in the woods
south of nowhere
in a damn cabin
who could that be?
she huffs, shrugs
the knocking
intensifies
so i go
naked
to open it
(we’re nudists)
it’s a grizzly
ahhhh!
i freeze
but he’s wearing
a suit, cradling
a briefcase
in his paws
what
the fuck
he asks me
if i’m interested
in being mauled
i ask him
how can you talk
you’re a bear right
and then he mauls us
and then i wake up
and it’s just me,
my bed,
and my beloved
boner.
