There is an
empty bottle of
anxiety on a shelf

Vibrating from music
and broken speakers.
It jumps from the shelf.

Wafting towards me,
anxiety is a cloud of
suffocating cheap cologne

Coupled with the taste
of a plastic funnel and
warm beer on my lips

It stumbles into a bathroom
with me to stare at the girl
in the cracked, dirty mirror

It falls, stumbling,
fingers slipping on
the cold porcelain sink

Anxiety is a disoriented girl
on the floor of a bathroom
dressed like she is a woman