Even on my best days
it still finds me
this itch
please don't ask me
how- for it is something
no metaphor can explain
by now,
I have gathered that
someone has probably
put something in
my coffee
that causes,
the trembling of
my fingers as they slip
it in and out again
the curve in my
lips as I whisper
thank you, for
the fifth time
today
I get home,
and unpack everything-
like I didn't do anything
to avoid it
