Claustrophobia (a poem)

Bonus round—because I need to justify my relative lack of activity today. I had valid reasons, but just the same…

I know I’m not dying
but goddamn, this hurts
I just came to talk
but it’s so hot in here
and no breath is deep enough
Collapse or flee—
which makes more sense?
It’s not a long drive home
but all the walls—real and imagined—
are closing in
and the excess tissue
beneath my skin
is making my fingertips numb
If I were asleep
this wouldn’t be happening
Or I could wake up

(3 April 2018)