Crazed Raccoon

the voices are particularly loud today, they taunt and plague me with their pleas the label I hide on the wine bottle they ask me if I'm drinking yellow tail I take another swig, and then one more step cautiously to toss it in the trash they told me of the psycho cat’s demise but I still watch out for that crazed raccoon eerie boardwalk creaks near the white sand beach that whale that lives under must be awake people in masks walk by, avoid my eyes as though I'm ruining their summer day Security keeps shooing me away their taser guns ensuring I comply sabbatical dreams after quarantine: some place to lie down and be left alone Written 3 Nov 2020 In collaboration with Kim Rodrigues [her lines are in bold]