Anxiety
The climate of poetry is also the climate of anxiety
May Sarton
1.
She’s unravelling
Imagining stains
She doesn’t know what to do with herself
To reign in the thoughts
All flapping and frayed.
2.
Head frozen solid
Tense and tight and agitated
Thoughts riff out over
And over, over
And over, throbbing on one spot.
Her mind’s been overtaken
By stabbing metal clots.
3.
She is at a low ebb
So ends up straightening the bed
More times than strictly necessary.
And ‘cause she’s feeling out-of-sorts
She ends up washing her hands twice
Just to be completely sure.
Then halfway down the stairs
She stops -
Did I turn the tap off?
drip,
drip,
I did turn the tap off.
drip,
drip,
She tries to resist the urge
To just go back and check.
But then the scars
On both her arms
Remind her it’s probably for the best.
If you can turn the thoughts off that way
You won’t be staining clean skin red.
December 12th, 2011 at 2:05 am
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