Anxiety Bee

caught by nervy busy

needle thoughts

squirming–let’s stitch

brain substance

sitting in a circle

I sew marshmallow to chockablock

chockablock to nylon sundries

don’t mess me up I chat

don’t fuck with me I say convivial

this is my street corner

all is not what it seems:

you can drown in a thimble of scaredy.

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