I woke up at 2am and googled acid reflux
because it felt, I guess, like my stomach
was eating itself alive looking for some comfort.
I googled anxiety.
But I guess I already knew.
Sometimes the walls close in like a trash compactor
but it just crunches up all my good thoughts
eats away at my better senses.
I clicked off my phone and a scream came from
the street, you know
the kind of a scream that never lends itself
Why aren’t we all in the streets, screaming, clawing
digging at ourselves
the church bell rings.