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"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

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