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COVID Likes To Fuck My Anxiety In A Threesome
How does a pandemic work for someone with anxiety?
COVID is my anxiety
released unchecked aided
by the guise of a pandemic.
I had problems with closeness
before physically distancing by six feet
and now all I see are obstacles
ways to die if I don’t try
to keep me safe by staying inside.
A course laid out to trip up my feet
I make sure I’m nice and neat
face mask tightening like a noose
around my ears to combat
my glasses place of settling.
I feel like I’m having an asthma attack
each time I wear it like the past
catching up with me, sweat
billowing down my face cloth
breathes into my mouth
exhale it
unattached from my tongue
yet, I wear it to protect them
me, he, she, we, all of them
wrapped up in the surgical mask
covering my face for eyes
to peer out into a world
not cleared for me
and anxiety presses it’s hand
on my heart and tugs, presses
anytime someone walks past
without a mask and I whisper words
hidden behind it that I am safe
the people I love will be safe.
