Anxiety
A short poem
1 min readDec 30, 2017
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When I asked him how he was,
he didn’t answer.
He was shy and quiet
and my anxiety frightened him.
He looked out at the night.
And he smoked.
And he was himself.
Flannery has a PhD in Comparative Literature. She teaches French, Italian, and visual media. Her book on Taiwanese cinema can be found on Amazon.
