Distractions

(by me)

too many little things
pull at me
a desperate yank at my sleeve

little distractions like
the pin-prick of sweat bees,
tiny but painful
power packed inside itty bitty napoleons

i swat because
i don’t know what else to do
i swat because
it’s a habit
like a horse’s tail
flipping about, a fan of hair
temporary and pointless