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anxiety
by Rachelle Howe
monarch's fly uninhibited in a nervous stomach.
their wings -- my anxiety -- flirt with tissue walls,
tickling nerves from the ground up.
sleep is forced brutally into my mouth,
as if some secondhand euphoric drug,
the pill -- my clenched chest -- numbs my brain.
as the sedation consumes each cell,
(quelling the beast beneath fickle flesh),
i hold fast to each pound in ribs of bone,...
it is in that shattered moment
(that place between defeat and victory)
i am able to relinquish,
it is in submission
i'm able to breathe.02/17/2002 Posted on 02/17/2002
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