Tuesday, January 28, 2025

PANIC ATTACK

There's a knot in me 
where some 
nimbleness used to be—

a supple expanse 
once known as 
"later on." 

If only 
I could draw someone's
attention to this mass, 

these ganglia unyielding 
to the endless arm 
of light. 

But the voice which comes 
from the throat 
of this gorgon

is ruinous and false—
and the entrance 
to my everywhere, 

which she guards 
with a bloodlust, 
however enticing,

is ironclad 
and dark. 
There's no use in trying 

to untie me 
from this malady;
the two free ends 

of a string this gnarled 
are always 
somewhere else.