Grit my teeth until
canker sores
snarl at oranges and
grate my cheeks.
Tighten my shoulders.
Attack the muscle around my neck,
a noose of pain and headaches.
Constrict the bottom of my spine
until I can't lie down right.
I will breathe through you,
fire up plugged heat
and ignore you 'til the last minute.
I will escape in time, "this too shall pass"
and when I do you will leave me with a laugh.
Tell me you look forward to seeing me again.
Whisper during peaceful nights that you have many forms.
Then tease me with a lift in my chest,
the rush of eustress.
I'll expect your next ambush and still
fall.
