mrs. simone

you've got to learn to leave the table

when love's no longer being served

anxiety

breathing feels heavy
blinking feels heavy
existing feels heavy

it's like a tornado
and i am both its eye
and the threes around
that get crashed and carried away
and away
and away
without even
having enough time
to say goodbye

but as they do
their seeds are everywhere
for they are a force of nature
and cannot choose to
die
or
to live again


— i am both the problem and the solution.