I’m untethering
From the parts of me you recognize
from charming
to alarming
in minutes
I’ll be bedridden
And I’ll let the shame metastasize
But that’s tomorrow
Forget it
You’re far from me
I used to fall asleep on your shoulder
You’d sing Tea for the Tillerman
me: I am stronger than my anxiety
my anxiety: [bench pressing a car] what if you turned a stove burner on high before you left the house and just forgot about it and now your home is burning to the ground