The Anxiety Society Poem by Casey Renee Kiser / snail viXen

eye contact
is not on the agenda.

we can hold disturbing conversations
with our eyelids.

we exist in millions
but live in solitary confinement.

we are not contagious
though some days,
we wish we could pass it on
out of bitterness.

we own more blankets
than most people.

we can freeze
better than any appliance
and burn
faster than any flame.

waiting rooms
are the only place we fit in.

we would stick together
if only
we could face each other.