can’t let the creature
on the other end of the line
hear the fear in your voice
or they’ll know you’re one of those
millennials
scared of a simple phone call
and then they may
ATTACK
and who knows
what’ll happen
after that
[your imagination and
catastrophizing is very good
at making up the worst
in that situation, so you
kind of know, you
kind of know]
half-formed poems
catastrophizing stuck in my head
until i think i’ll burst if i don’t
say
something
and then it’s there stuck in my throat
when i remember
actual
catastrophes
all while i’m too tired to sleep
and too sad to cry
and everything feels like a clock ticking down
down
down
but to what
inevitable
terror?
[or is this simply life in late-stage capitalism/climate crisis disaster?]
