what is it right now that you are unable to swallow?
the question hits you in the chest even though it is so obvious
(the question that is, not the answer)
the answer is everything
the answer is
time
life
death daily tragedies
the impermanence of beauty
uncertainty
like a pot on the stove
forgotten
you are waiting for it to
boil over
that is the lump in your throat
that causes you fear
living in the past and the present and the future
the thin line between what is real and what is not
the power we have to define this
the weakness we have in its face
the pepto bismol is so pink
in your hand
"you can take some, but I don't think it'll do you any good"
your mother says.
