Drive Home, or, Anxiety

I’ve started taking
A new way home
From work lately.
I was seeing too many
Cops when I would go
The other way and
It was giving me anxiety.
And I know that I
Shouldn’t say that.
Because I know that
Saying that is like
Admitting that I have
Anxiety in the first place.
Maybe I do.
But I’m sure as shit
Not about to deal
With it right now.
Unless I have to.
Maybe I should.
No,
Yes,
I think that I have to.
Because, honestly,
Even talking about
It makes me feel
A little anxious.
Fuck.
I have to go do
Something else.

Published by lou rasmus

Lou Rasmus is an independent author from Chicago, IL. His works are largely focused on exploring the meaning of life – or lack thereof – while the themes of love, relationships, and self-loathing are also central to many of his stories. His upcoming novel, Primrose Isle, will be his third self-published title. Grapefruit Juice, a collection of bitter poems and short stories, and DEAD RED FISH, his semi-autobiographical debut novel about a young man coming to age on a road trip with his childhood friends, are also available on Amazon.

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