Anxiety is eating me for dinner,
Picking at my meat.
He chews with his mouth wide open
Just because he can,
And he spits out my little toenails
Counting
one two three four five six seven eight nine ten.
He counts because it drives my
Mind crazy,
It gets me counting
My breath
one two three four five six seven eight nine ten
My steps
one two three four 5 6 7 8 9 10
My thoughts
one two three
But they go too fast to count.
And he loves that.