I have not liked anything I have written lately. x__x
let me tell you about anxiety —
because it’s more than the
quick hitch
whip around
sharp gasp
racing heart —
it’s multiplied, magnified —
it’s
oh-why-why-why-did-i
say-that-thing
in-that-way
to-that-person
at-that-time
and
sorry, what did you say?
sorry, what did you say?
sorry, what did you say?
while Their words crash encrypted
against the firewall of your panic
it’s
oh-why-why-why-didn’t-i
speak-sooner
shut-up
talk-louder
quiet-down
it’s surreptitiously trying to convert mannerisms into mathematics —
how much oxygen is in the room
and how much of it can i sneak stuttering into my lungs
and will They notice if i’m taking too much
how much space am i taking up
and if i stand here or here or here
or shrink into myself
or suck in my gut
will i take up less
how many minutes have They spent on me
and how many more am i allotted
and are They giving them out of charity
or did i earn the right to keep them
it’s a prison
where your ribs are the bars
and your heart is a tripping, seizing convict
slamming against the walls
screaming and slavering
grappling with demons unseen
while your lungs, those unfortunate cellmates
squeeze themselves small
bruised and battered
by your heavyweight heart