Every Day
A curtain is dropping,
And folds into a monstrous face,
And then melts into the floor, and then the floor is torn…
The days ends.
All my anxieties are like that.
All my anxieties are the same.
I have lists,
I have my journal.
A new day begins,
An old anxiety begins.
What I need is an endless sheet of paper to write them all down.
But that just melt too.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2024
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