eaten_by_bears | Poems About Anxiety

Why Am I My Cat?

Has my skin
colored, fallen into stripes?
Did I paint my eyes
When I wasn't looking?
Why am I
Candy?
Why am I
so fucking jumpy?

Inappropriate Response

If I had to wrestle a bear
I'd be ready and set to go.
If I had big wasps in my hair
I could run like you don't even know.

If I found a wounded hiker
I could carry him home by myself
But I need to get sleep and then get up for work
So this shit isn't very much help.