Every night when I go to bedJust before I surrenderI worry about my dreamsAnd I don’t know if I’m more afraid…
Fear doesn’t make youA bad person,Even ifIt makes you feel like one.
Sleeves rolled up and all hands on…
Muscles tighten,
In the back of my throatBehind the uvula, The little hanging chad,The mouth mystery — The one that aids speechAs though my ability to…
Why does the leaf hang on so Does it know fear The fear of the end of one’s lifeCan it be afraid of losing the supportfrom the…
A tourniquet of repetitious time:Pull itthe eye narrows round hours dwindling and drawn across my fine throatdry as…
They come during the night when I am at my weakest moment.Sometimes during the day when I am not paying…