I am not taking this seriously yet,

I am only in it up to my knees.

I am wondering where my line of

demarcation would be, what part

needs to be swallowed up

for me to finally be afraid.

Knees aren’t scary, would hips be?

Waist? Chest?

Certainly by the neck I would be

frightened. It’s not as though

the back part of my brain

hasn’t been planning all along,

making escape routes.

It’s not as though I am entirely

oblivious. My reason has long since

realized I am not to be trusted,

and works independently of

the rest of me.

It hasn’t much faith in my judgment.

by Cher Bibler