Anxiety
A short poem
1 min readDec 30, 2017
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.
Written by Flannery Wilson
Flannery has a PhD in Comparative Literature. She teaches French, Italian, and visual media. She has developed a love for improv comedy and performs regularly.