A dark and slinky cat, winding about your ankles
A thorny pocket-sized monster, fitting perfectly into that hole in your chest
Louder than a banshee on her best day, louder than a lost child on its worse
Sometimes a simple reminder, like a papercut; sometimes a deep wound, like a gunshot
You can sing and smile and talk and shop and laugh and wash and scrub, scrub, scrub-
and tell everyone it’s not there
But it is__________________________________________________________________________________
A poem I composed a couple years ago that’s describing some of various struggles I’m dealing with right now….