In the Envelope
i don’t want to look them in the eyes
none of them
they might see my soul
and i’m afraid it’s sort of a
crummy one
or crumbling at least
and i’m afraid of disclousure
so now i worry about my
eyes
and where i can put them
to appear confident again
which i am not
and now i worry about my
mouth
how it’s tight around the edges and
i’m sure people notice
now i’m worried about my heart
how it beats anyway
how it keeps on beating
even when i will it to stop
like eyewitness to an accident
impending doom
and now i worry about impending doom