I’m back in front of the fish tank.
there’s a man spitting up into a bag.
I’m tremoring quietly.
ma’am we put your weapons in a bag.
I turn around to see her holding
my French pocket knife in
I’m in a wheelchair.
“MY LEGS WON’T STOP SHAKING.”
it’s from the adrenaline of the asthma inhaler
when I thought I couldn’t breathe
and an elderly man couldn’t tell the
difference between carnal hazard and
but no one tells me that so I think
“plus the voices talked to me.”
but I don’t say that.
I just shake in the chair,
focused on fish and
fine now. head full