THE HOTEL ANGST
It isn’t a glittering grotto
splendid in crystal like a geode
or all rubies
like a split pomegranate, it’s just a cave
cool, black basalt and darkness
this metaphorical redoubt
urn-shaped, a tight fit, but I can squeeze
into the furthest, narrowest end
and the entrance is too small to admit
Anxiety prowling and pacing outside.
It isn’t comfortable at all, in fact
it hurts, but it’s safe in its way
and I can zone out into nothingness
for a while.