3/3/2015

At three years old, my
mother's grandmother took my
hand and proclaimed:
She is a nervous girl.
my hands shook. my hands shake.
in my younger years I stripped the
skin off my hand with my teeth,
in the ides of my youth I swallowed
many a perique blend–
all to cure the shaky hands,
that came with having to ask
if friday plans were on every day
since Monday,
exclusively listening to Joy Division
because jazz makes me nervous
and screaming music makes me rattle.
'You've said that 3 times already'
I know I know I know, I'll
never be able to live here
'you're so nervous!'
a wind is going to knock mine out
one day