An Anxious Poem Poem by Mishy Bashert

What if…

I do not
Don an outfit
That drops his jaw

I lack
In fun-filled adventures
To tantalize anew

I find myself devoid
Of clever stories
To tickle his soul

I fail to arouse
And devolve into the ordinary
And mundane

I am at a loss
For novel ways
To create tinglies
On his skin

I am unable
To captivate
And he grows weary

No longer
A puzzle piece

What if
I am not
A muse
An acrobat
An artist
A comedian
A Nobel laureate
A vagestic goddess
The fork to his spoon

What if
Simply
I am not enough?