unsure
funny,
how nothing seems like the right thing
and am i therefore wrong,
what i did?
answering the phone
and saying hello to you.
until i see you, again,
and the same thing, again,
like its a reflex appatterned to a concert.
or maybe its a reflex for you and me.
my eyes slam shut
and in my head,
a nightmare replays
quickly.
think of this as my life flashing by:
i say “you can’t do this”
or maybe i said i.
or maybe i said we.
but you/i/we didn’t.
i may be unsure of so many things,
but it feels good to know:
i have power
over me.