maybe it’s the dark,
acidic coffee I refuse
to take any other way
or the wind lashing
at my exposed neck
this autumnal morning
it could be the disgusting
cigarettes I smoke too much
or the anxiety that shakes me
I feel it coming
like knots in my throat
like frozen dark chocolate
and there’s nothing I can do about it.
maybe I’m just bitter.
So Nadine Writes 