Worry—why do I let myself worry?
Wondering—what in the world did I do?
—Willie Nelson & Patsy Cline
Once, I thought I heard
near the nurse’s station on
the psych floor,
but it was just the buzzing of
lights. I was 22 and hadn’t slept
much for a week.
Not really. And “really” becomes the
here when palpitations, sweat, dyspnea,
fight, and flight appear out of the blue.
The last semester of college, “prior
to a significant
life change.” Typical—if “typical”
to feeling death in a desk, bed,
or empty room. Also, I was
I would look at the sun
go blind. Go figure.
of the wide open
and the acute