i have focus
the same way a
drop of water
follows another
down a windowpane
despite my best
intentions
unless it is
another fit of
unnecessaryanxiety
my mental capacity
requires random
to illicit some
sort of response

this is perfectly
acceptable for a poet
but makes masquerading
as an aspiring author
incrementally more
infuriating
it follows much of
my journey so far
leaving lots and lots
to be fucking desired