Low level anxiety
Like a bumble bee trapped in a nearby room.
Just on the edge of awareness.
I want to forget.
I want to turn away from your face.
I want to send a postcard saying,
Saying just
No.
No.
No more.
Not any longer.
No.
Instead I wait here
In this place which feels like nothing,
Like beech effect tables,
Like filing cabinets,
And linoleum.
With a bumble bee in a nearby room.
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