heart filled with anxiety,
key this fear of uncertainty affects
even the pennies in my pocket
and the beats of my stupid heart.
none of this will last forever,
so where is the value,
exclamation point.
making questions marks
with my dumb heart,
I make signatures on paper;
they are called letters,
those letters are from the alphabet,
I arrange those letters to form words
and arrange those words
to describe this time on earth,
my time,
intersecting with others' times.
I'm happy to be here,
but I am invented
by time.