to kill germs
after handling any doorknob
you need to scrub soapy hands
under scalding water until
the world is a doorknob and
to kill germs
you need to scrub soapy hands
under scalding water after
touching anything touched
by unwashed hands
clothes hanging in your closet
need to be perfectly aligned
legs of the kitchen table
need to rest on pin-pointed spots
visitors are an invasion
you must keep watch
recall what they contact
as soon as they leave
those things need to be
methodically sanitized
and/or put back in place
your heartbeat’s not right
constant loud static
of exact random sentences
or number sequences pound
ceaselessly in your head same
sentence same number sequence
no letup no room for anything else
you are the symptom
day-to-day living
a depleting charade
respites very rare even
then you’re nothing but scared
scared of your own mind
knowing torment’s always near
running dodging ducking
what’s not visible in the air