in the anxiety box we place cigarette butts & old gum wrappers. we place dust, ice chips, and approximately 731 cups of coffee. we place test papers, airplane wings & nervous laughter & sometimes the silence between us. we place distance, crowds, the wisps of air that cause feathers to float & arc. we place skipped meals & checking that the door is locked over & over again. we place the need to have everything perfectly aligned. always. we place overanalyzing conversations, next week’s schedule & next month’s rent. we place the not knowing, the consistent feeling & the best way & the right way & the my way. we place sleepless night after sleepless night after every last damn sleepless night in the anxiety box.
& tonight, even if it’s just for tonight, we burn it.