My abdomen is fluttering
As if it’s frantic and underwater without a nose plug
Or maybe there are butterflies inside of me
But if so, then where are the flowers?
The ferris wheel jokesters have hijacked me maybe
Or I accidentally swallowed a balloon
Though I don’t remember the birthday party
Or I would have grabbed a slice of cake
I’d say my water is about to break
But the baby is not kicking
Because I’m not pregnant
And have not ingested a bowling ball
Adrenaline clowns jump from dark corners of the room
And I feel terror, as though I’ve run from a tiger
But this snuck-up-on-me feeling prevails
As I reluctantly realize I’m having
ANXIETY
(8-4-2013)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem