Tuesday Short Poem: It is What It is
If it is anxiety,
The kind that strums your silent guitar
If it is fondness,
The kind that strokes your face tenderly
If it is joy,
The kind that makes u leap in the air
If it is longing,
The kind that makes you turn the radio up
If it is lust,
Take it off, take it off, take if off
Then it has a diagnosis.
It is syndromic
It is what it is.