The shocked aftermath of everything that hasn’t happened yet
forms a vague knot around my solar plexus
boring tunnels that transfer my attention
to improbable possibilities—
mental guests that augment doubt.
Whispered self-sabotage furiously flutters
its stigmata on my palms,
itching for detours that force debate over my value
while I open and close Pandora’s box
with a creaking slide of its slab.
Brenda Warren 2013
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