Mixed Media


I want to focus on the present,

but my hands shake as I contemplate your presence—

or lack thereof.

And now I'm scared of any interaction

that doesn't involve the infliction to which I'm attracted.

Unaware of my body's existence,

I distance my emotions further from my conscience

until they return in a fond sense

of panic attacks

And now my hands are back to shaking uncontrollably.

All I want is control of me.


Poem by Taylor Rico. October 2013.