Crowman, are you stalking me?
call to attention
harsh, always interrupting.

Do you want me to look up?
I’m telling stories,
remaking the recent past.

But that part’s invisible…
or do you hear it?
and are you laughing at me?

OK—I’m leaving that world.
I’m here now, present.
I’m unfolding those regrets.

Are you happy now?