"Anxiety Attacks and the Drugs That Fix Them" by Wallace Barker
always hard to understand that literally
nothing is sustainable the best that can
be done is a temporary improvement
critics of orion in the sky his phallic belt
swinging over the horizon the master of that
entrance when the city lights are far enough
away to see stars for once then you can see space
traumas from the working world dissolve against
your forehead close your eyes the night cow moans
space astronauts would come to this world and laugh
at all the unnecessary hardship the dirt drying out
the pawns moving one square at a time dust everywhere
I thought about Susan on her bean bag chair laughing
at my anxiety fit her long legs curled up her tights
with some kind of space pattern some dyed nebula
purple splotch her tightly closed eyes her laughing