naivety

A child once wanted to be wise of the world

Know its secrets, its comings and goings

But the truth, she found,

In newspaper pages—

None of it was really worth knowing.

the trouble with anxiety

first, we met.

then i gave it a secret

then i gave it a thought

then i gave it a place to stay

then i gave it a voice

then i gave it a name

then i gave it a drug

then i gave it a mind

then i didn't give it anything else

because it took the rest.