'Anxiety' by Dana Littlepage Smith

'I asked anxiety to dig one hole.' | Photo: Nikola Jovanovic / Unsplash.

I asked anxiety to dig one hole.
It went to work, until the green sward
of my garden was upturned: a mole field
runnelled with mud, gorged and pitted.

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