I like to think I keep fear at bay.
Like a quiet screaming match.
If I name names,
if I rank them,
If I list them,
they might grab me bottoms-up,
wring me by the same,
choke me with my own superlatives
and missed logic.
Or so threatens my anxiety.
I like to think I can control my fear.
I like to think I have eyes at the door.
And on the horizon.
Hidden arms, godspeed and dream-like reflex
and that nothing hurts, nothing at all.
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