anticipation and its discontents.

i’m being eaten from the inside out.
or perhaps i’ve been bottled,
stuck in the basement and
expected to age. expensively.
not much else.

a noise inside my head.

mandatory functions are abhorrent.
breathing, sleeping, and a slight cough,
must each be accomplished
while still appearing competent. attentive.
a challenge.

absolute certainty or delirium.

love is a particularly potent situation.
it distills the moments
of absence or presence with
incessant demands. excruciating.
this is all.