Generalized Anxiety Disorder

The problems she has are real
soft fronds of fruiting vines
lick up the tears from her forehead
each wonders which is upside right

earlier she was harried into the rental car
wishing only to idle
but parents have a habit of seeing the gaps
between the giant peaks
of young ranges

later sweltering while chimes
spark in discordant rhythms
and the scent of crushed grapes
fills her eggshell skull
parents outside arguing
about their favorite subject
she twirls a knot puzzle
within her ponytail knowing
she will have to bite it out
before her mother brushes her hair

heat and humidity
are vacationing at the Atlantic shore
a goal of her father’s
some pagan baptism
to dip their feet
in the bathwater warmth
but there are people on the sand
and birds above in alien echelons
odd patterned feathers
crenelated feet
these are natural warning signs
she sees and cannot articulate
so she clenches her fists
refuses to move

late at night
outside the tepid air conditioning
her mother’s voice
nagging only the stranded mosquitoes
she hangs from her knees in a tree
too frail for her frame
yet it holds
swaying on a windy night
listens to the breakers of blood
within her clamshell ears

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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