Performance Anxiety

It’s hard to love
From a distance
To dot your thighs
Uncross your knees

To put into words
Only what a quiver
Or curled toes
Might say

To write without thinking
A poet sharper than me
Makes you hum
At a higher frequency

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Author: chuck_snoad

I am a poet, philosopher and cultural critic living with depression.

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