Thursday, March 27, 2014

enough.

Anxiety curled into 
the fists run through
scalp and hair
happily taken
with fears lapping up 
the cream
forked into and 
pooling
at my feet
like a mistake
laughing up at me 
what good is what good is what good is
what 
good what is
enough

It would take
being
to render
understanding.