sometimes there are mornings
where the car cannot lock
until I check my purse for the sixth time

and on those days
every car is a cop
and turns are violent crashes

so on those nights
before I flip back the pages
to diagnose the improbable cause

I chant to myself simple prayers
it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay
with hot baths and deep breaths

because catching a worry is easy
but worries don’t like to leave
like a yo-yo embedded in my mind

so I concoct a self-love potion
and down the yo-yo finally goes
til it bounds up again

some other day.

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