what do you do when none of it works anymore?

when time is seconds of dough stretched over the hands of God

who pulls, and tugs, and leaves black dust over it,

and over all of us.

What can we do but pray to be dropped?

That his holy kneading might end and my bones will stop burning,

and all of these thoughts will stop turning

like clocks.



8 thoughts on “panic

    1. I was feeling very tired when I wrote this – sometimes I don’t realize how much panic is exhausting me until after the attack. I imagine that shows up in my writing more often than I would like.

    1. I really appreciate to hear that from you… I often feel like I’m clutching at things I can’t see when I’m writing, trying to describe something that doesn’t make sense. This is validating to hear!

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