AccuWeather predicts “episodes of sunshine”—
No doubt they’re streaming.
In one episode, sun backlights the roses and the rosemary.
In the next, it turns birdfeeders bright as lanterns.
In the third (I’m binge-watching now) mist withdraws
slowly from the grass.
Such a long time since morning
meant no nightmare, no bellyache, no sleeping
with sheets pulled tight round my neck in all weathers.
Yet I am still my own best
vampire. No matter how many times you die,
there’s always someone to take your place.
Just the check, please, I’ve said again and again,
Just the check. Then I get so much more.