by Liam McGann
There are sirens in my ears and a desert in my throat
my eyes keep spilling little secrets and my head is spinning
I’m too tired to eat right now
I feel like I’m breathing in water
I Googled my symptoms and I think I’m dying
or I have an unnamed disease that hasn’t been discovered
I already ordered a coffin and wrote a will
drafted my own eulogy
picked the colors for my funeral
wait…
never mind, it was just a panic attack