A wild raving Robinhood sinks a hook into my amygdala’s heart once I
Spot a family, like a murder of silky crows soaring into view,

Smiling fervently at the cherry blossom field
genuinely joyful, Love incarnate, as their figures dance in the golden sunlight and the pre-pickled leaves
Well-adjusted and well-kempt without a pit-of-hell or a parasite in sight

I become a tall, grown child with tears larger than my own body
Setting off a 20-something-year-old sickening stirring inside me that will soon
Tear me up
And spit me out
before I am back up on my feet