You know how, when a crayfish molts,
It’s new skin is kind of translucent white?
A little soft.
Squishy.
Glistening.
Like all those Brood X,
Larvae hanging off the oak tree bark,
White wings unfurling from a pale yellow body.
Now feels like that.
Vulnerable.
Pluripotent.
Inevitable.
Dear reader:
These words sprinted from my brain to my thumbs while I was texting with a friend. It comes two days after I had a panic attack in the shower. That panic attack occurred the day after I returned to my office from a two month leave of absence. This kind of creative, artistic streak sometimes happens as my whole body, mind, and spirit untangle from the flood of overwhelming anxiety.
Katie Kearns 