lucky, I have self-control
or else
I would smash things with my hands and head
delighting in the electricity of my blood
dig my nails into the fabric of my seat
adrenaline too pure to not express
rip off my skin
encompass the earth
be too big to contain
shatter into billions of pieces
and grow ever larger
like I said
lucky, I have self-control
manic
Poem #726
I wish you could be in my body
to understand why
“fantastic” is my answer
to “how are you?”