Closer

I’m freaking out
just a little bit but
you hold me close
hold me close
hold me close

and I’m breathing hard
and not breathing at all but
I hear your voice
I hear your voice
hear your voice

tonight I won’t pull my hair out
tonight it’s counting and
moving objects into their perfect spaces
tonight it’s shaking hands and
tap-tap-tap-tap flick shake

repeat
and rocking back-and-forth
back-and-forth
back-and-
tonight is pacing

checking
checking
checking
but did I?
checking again

I’m freaking out
just a little bit
but bit by bit you hold me close
so close I’m breathing hard
but breathing in I hear your voice

the more I hear I listen close
listening I close my eyes
my eyes
my eyes . . .
I listen close


tara caribou | ©2020

I’m fine now. I wrote this last week. OCD. It’s not all funsies.

Read this and more in my poetry book, Four.

6 thoughts on “Closer

    1. You mean the awkwardness of OCD doesn’t make you want to run far, far away?? Or was the poem too long and you’re simply referring to the title? Either way… I suppose no matter how you get there, it’s the same conclusion.

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