Shortly

Anxiety

  I   need to, 
  I, 
  I, 
need to stuff these ganglions with hot wax;
rhyming wire with fire because I have desire.                    because
      and "we both know that was a bad line"                       he smells quietly
   he was a courtly spiffy chumumhun                              and nicely
I think I will miss the clumsyumsy chubby funny one and        maybe
     I should too.
           He probably wants his feet back. 
                       This has been a long time coming and        He is still chasing;
       He probably thinks I should be more considerate and I 
          I need to, keep breathing
          I,
          I,                                                     And I am still running.
                                                             With his feet behind my head, 
                           
                          and my hands on the ground.

Author's Note

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