I am fairly okay today, despite some frustrations in the last few days. But, in reflection of my various anxieties and the struggle to manage them in the real world-especially privately- I had a few thoughts….
A perpetual holding of breath.
Underwater no less.
All while you quietly flail about in the
In a pet store window,
Various voyeurs poking their fingers
Against the glass,
As if waiting for you to do a trick
But, no, no…
You mustn’t do that.
Tricks are far too complicated right now,
And snapping in front of a dozen
Questioning eyes is just so…
So, you just keep holding that breath instead,
Keep that subtle, semi-rhythmic kick
To your secretly, desperately paddling legs
And pray to God they move on
Before you can’t hold it in anymore….