Spiral-bound

it's 2 pm
I’ve been trying to make lunch

when I open the fridge
I rapidly close it

as if I saw something move
or hear footsteps

spinning around
I look for an escape

there is none

I'm physically in the kitchen
but my mind is in tall grass
on a moonless night
deep into the black blue shadows

I cannot stay still
I must keep walking

going to the cupboard
I reach for a plate
something drops behind me
I rapidly turn around

there is no escape

searching, I open a drawer
the low shadow crawls
brushing up against my leg

my trying started at noon