these moments of panic come out of nowhere.
the most recent was saturday.
sitting in my mother's car,
begging the light to turn green,
I felt a wave go over my head,
and I held my breath.
my eyes were blurry under water,
only my bubbly prayers
and silent words of comfort
could bring oxygen to my lungs.
coming ashore, I felt insecure,
with my damp clothes
and misshaped hair.
eyes were averted,
and the hunger
for attention and affection
was not met.
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