PANICKING WHILE PICNICKING

What if the ants devour me?
While the potato salads souring?

And the sandwiches are getting old,
all stale and cold, covered in mold?

What if dessert is
way too sweet?

What if wild animals
come to eat?

What if my lemonade
spills over
or I’m in the way
of a lawnmower?

I’m on my blanket.
Ricketing.
Panicking
while picnicking.

I’m on my blanket.
It’s sickening.
I’m panicking
while picnicking

What if I go,
and you don’t come?
And I sit alone
and dumb?

I packed a basket
just in case
I could escape being
a basket case.