Feign(t)
Written January 12, 2010
any decision
is the wrong one.
what’s there to lose?
(everything to gain?)
forgetting to breathe,
as I hyperventilate.
I need a spotter,
before this weight crushes my chest
(before my heart beats out of my chest).
just quell my paranoia
and say, “Hey,”
as if none of these thoughts
ever happened.