Devil’s #1 Advocate

I could bounce all my worries
                                           off the
                                                 bookends,
balance arguments on each
                                       hand, weighing
heavy
on whichever option causes
more stress.

It’s important.
                        I can’t explain why now
-anyhow-
obsessions keep me busy since my batteries ran
             out.

The clouds get humid.
The urge to practice breathing wakes me up
    
and now everything
                                I see
reminds me of what I’ve already done.

Conversations feature flashbacks.
It kind of scares me that I remember
which land mines to side-
                                          step.

It could be worse
I guess

but I beg to forgo examples.

I am well-versed in the possible,
           the improbable,
                  & the inaudible.
                       It’s plausible

I don’t know how to participate in others’ space without spouting them
          
an earful
but
I swear the sound waves carry sentiment.

The voice in my head is
       the devil’s
             biggest advocate.
She likes to
draw
lines
&
drag her own heart straight across them,
                                                                  just in case.