alone in this café
drunk on this feeling of
insufficiency
“911 what’s your emergency?”
“i m not enough” she says as she’s staring at the alcohol pouring out of a
cheap bottle
starting to breathe faster than ever
what is that
“911 what’s your emergency?”
“i can’t breathe”
yes, she didn’t breathe
actually she doesn’t breathe when she’s supposed to talk in front of her class or when she’s supposed to pay at the cash register or
When she’s supposed to phone her mother to tell her she’s okay & her father
to ensure him she’s doing fine while sitting drunk on a Black chair
she can’t breathe...
“911 what’s your emergency?”
“anxiety attack”.