Panic Attack
I can’t say I’ve ever had one,
but I came close.
on a packed plane.
No room to move.
The overhead seemed too low.
I struggled for breath.
I squirmed and wiggled
and played with my laptop
taking it in and out of the back pocket
until the man in front of me growled.
I leaned back, stilled myself
and breathed in my coffin
until they let me out.
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