Admission

I worry too much
about heavy stuff:
That I realize

So foolish of me
for this and that

things above
my simple mind

when I don't even know
how I got here

All directions are blanks to me
road maps a migraine headache

Why can't I reason
with myself?

Why should I worry
just because I don't
know the way
out of this place either?

Notes

McDaniel, Wilma. (2001) Borrowed Coats. Hanging Loose Press, Brooklyn, New York.
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