Vincent J. Tomeo An Untitled Poem My jaw is locked in anxiety. My brain is throbbing as my nerves are grated into separate pieces of reality. I called a friend to quell my anxieties. She was on her cellphone in McDonald’s: screaming out her order, as her husband argues over French Fries or Onion Rings. I told them I had Cancer. A voice yelled two large Cokes.
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