My anxiety was
an overnight success.
But the brain, logical as ever,
remained unconvinced by the buzz.
Cynical synapses up there
received the reviews, with a
quiet suspicion and voiceless
superstition that haunts
grey matter with something
blue; like it doesn’t matter
what the ghostly body sings
if brain can’t find a way to bring
everyone to the tablecloth veil
of self construction. It’s not
all in the mind over matter.