In Line

Of all the available people who can hear the screaming, she looks at me, because we are of similar child-bearing age and the assumption is that I know her situation.

My anxiety is not over sticky fingers grabbing overpriced chia bars and sweaty tiny bodies knocking over displays.

It is of feeling that somehow I’ve failed again, in neither wanting that anxiety nor in every being able to have those particular problems.

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