I’ve made a big mistake
I don’t know what it is yet
I don’t know if karma’s even taken note
of the error in my ways
ten bejeweled hands entering my
data on a heavy keyboard
it takes the heel of a hand
to sink the ‘Enter’ key
but I’m getting caught up in the details
I need to wipe off the
sheen of sweat that has
collected in my right earlobe
it’s hard to feel clean
in the heat of fear
as I ghost over the puzzle
pieces of the night before
I’ve always been told that
to bemoan what cannot be
changed is an ultimately fruitless
endeavor but that doesn’t stop my
heavy breath or my contorting stomach
when do you stop fearing yourself?