Anxiety

One thing at a time.
Like love has its omen-
Kindness, its faux pas-
Patience, its sweat-
But one thing at a time.

Like anxiety and a man
Are talking.
Hope is figural.
Their limbs huddle and tremble-
One tryst at a time.

To live is to be woeful.
I am living-
Woefully- with a feral cat.
Conjuring and vanishing the beast-
One plot at a time.

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