I’m tempted to pancakestack
my fears into nothing.
nothing. where we won’t
see them and nobody will
know. nobody.
where I don’t have to answer
you and I don’t have to deal
with him and all the
quicktriggered onlookers.
it is simple for them.
it is always so simple
and it always will be.
But I will give of myself
no more.
I will take my fears,
each one, a perfectly round
and delicious pancake
and I will eat them one and all.
until they exist no longer.
Yes. I will eat them.
And I will be toomuch full forever.