Inside me, in here, it feels,
the fear, like
a glove worn on the inside,
sized one size too small.
The effect keeps me from moving.
I can move, and I don’t
move. I stay. The pinch is a little worse
when I move, at first.
Still, the tension ebbs, or
I forget for a minute the tightness.
I think this is how normal feels, in
my forgetting. My stomach hurts.
Or, I move. I don’t think. It
is sudden and beyond me.
I am moving and it is
as simple as that.
A noiseless shift in me
and the hard yellow line of fear,
the cage of it, dissolves, shatters, falls away
leaving harmless scattered, yellow Autumn leaves.