Open heart anxiety | poem

poetry

Open heart anxiety

Anxiety can feel like going to bed with someone you don’t know the name of

Have you ever been in this situation? I have in my twenties.

There is something very freeing about this kind of animal,

but as the wild often is—and will continue to be when outside

of the wild. Sometimes you let go.

Anxious ever, a love of poetry full of incomplete sentences?

That says more than words. And the smile or curious eyes you meet

But never talk a word with. Been letting it ride for a while.

In a park is a deep pond?

The shape of everything that drowns and learns to swim,

Algae at one crooked edge, swans and ducks.