anxiety (population: 1)

fire up the tom tom

we’re going on tour

to social anxiety

although meeting one tom

sounds bad enough

i’ll guess we’ll have to wait and see

there’s a certain topography

to the antisocial condition

an endless undulation

of potential encounters

barren swathes of awkward

conversation and giant

forests of fallen redwood

each one a chance for emancipation

fathomless black lakes

of crude advances and

hot white hourglass sand

the roads are capillaries

trailing to smut

but a path to acceptance

survives

of you-as-you

and me-as-me

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