Tonight's Poet Corner: The Somber Sensation Of Doubt
The Somber Sensation Of Doubt by Belinda Roddie At the end of a long day, when my hands had turned to stone against plastic keys and I was too numb to even feel exhaustion, I mused about leaving her. She had done nothing to deserve that thought, nothing to justify such an intrusive suggestion to soak into my brain like a tea bag steeping in hot water for too long. I knew I would never actually want to close the door to what we had, but the What If Syndrome symptoms were rearing their ugly heads like beetles springing from their burrows. I contemplated all possible outcomes, every single strategy and outline of my battle plan. Then I promptly forgot it all when I made it to the front step. She greeted me again at the bottom of the stairs, like she always did. Kissed me ten times on my lips, cheeks, and the top of my head. Offered dinner and a hot cup of brew before agreeing to accompany me to a warm bed. I held her against my chest, synci