Gripped by anxiety
like a
live wire
can’t let go of.


House fly
on my clavicle,
wind chimes
sound with the rustle
of leaves.

…All I asked for
was an ice cream
in return…

Damn the mind and its wily ways.

My dog (my heart)
can’t go
through the night

The pads I put down
in case I can’t wake
tumble in the dryer.

Seriously thinking of a digital sabbatical for August!

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