Fidgets.

The warm anxiety shoves

its way along my legs

angling roughly against the table

to bounce with excess force

as though to protest its restriction.

Restriction by existence.

It is a problem more common

than not.

The way my breasts thrust

through the future first

broaching the air before

my mouth, my eyes arrive

and as herald therefore

also definition.

Woman.

Existence with restriction

is more the norm

than not.

It makes me anxious

to have the self

by being

be not.

This or that.

Because of this

not that.

I push against the table

as if

shoving

will expel (explode)

these sensations of cessation.

The norm is restriction.

Existence more common than not.

Woman.

By being, be.

Make existence into

the morn.