Tonight's Poet Corner: A Note To My Latest Panic Attack
A Note To My Latest Panic Attack by Belinda Roddie A note to my latest panic attack that was meant to be brief, but if brevity is the soul of wit, then I sold every piece of it to the Devil for deep breathing exercises and cognitive behavioral therapy: Dear P.A. (can I call you P.A. for short? I'm calling you P.A. for short) - Damn, dude, where did you come from? You think you could give me a little more notice next time, maybe alert me during an open hour so I can pencil you in? Or is the scratch and sniff of graphite more triggers for you? Or does the mere thought of a text reminder set your teeth on edge, make the hairs on your arms stand up ready for orders, twists your spine into a Tesla coil, sending alternating currents of dread and irrational sadness signals through every taut and trembling nerve? I didn't think you'd show up here: Uninvited, as usual, sitting cross-legged on my chest, unable or unwilling to take a seat beside me and squ