Super?market

I can't fathom a world in which I function

in the throws of society without a need

to find a quiet corner and drown in the recesses of my mind. People

are fascinating and exhausting and confusing and lovely. I need them and I need them to stay away from me.

Harsh fluorescents light the path to what I need to sustain this messed-up train of thought. If I could just pause

the world around me; I just need thirty seconds

for everything to fall away into blackness,

lift the weight from my heart, keep

my hands from trembling off of my body.

They want to help but they don't know

how. I don't know how. It's so much easier

not to have a breakdown over bread

when Harry Styles isn't singing

from the industrial heavens above.