anxiety
i've prayed in bathrooms
and i've wept into bus seats
i've bled onto post office keys
to dropboxes i never visited
i bought a pet spider after
a fifteen-minute deliberation
and pretended to be in love
for over a year
i just wanted a world
with calm voices and
no eye contact
i wanted the itching
to cease in my spine
and i wanted my shirt sleeves
to finally feel long enough
when i slept i wished
it would not perch on my chest
nursing my head with cold memories
and reminding me just how bitter
it is to exist
with all of these eyes upon me.
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