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