A Great Disappointment 



My first anxiety arrived

as easily as a car ride home


in the half sleep of a back seat


The nature of the problem

seemed misplaced

and better suited for adults


but it missed my Mom and Dad

and got to work on me


In an endless loop

of something off true


my rhythm thinker skipped


and sat there in the space

between my head and my belly


With the radio static

and poor poughkeepsie roads


something had changed


and I sobbed

knowing I was simply

a great disappointment


My parents loved me up

and held my head as it passed


past the sweet ease of my childhood

and into a daily refrain


that would always remain