NaPoWriMo Poem for April 32nd

Here I used the anxiety I’m starting to feel about my upcoming poetry co-feature (tomorrow!) to generalize all anxiety everywhere. The line breaks in the first block of text are at a set number of characters, so a typeface like Courier, with set character widths, would yield a solid cliffside of text at the right.

breathcatch

it is wrong it is wrong it is wrong
to wake up anxious to stay that way
to hear of wrong things to see wron
gness on the screen in the food ove
r in other countries and right here
and not know where to turn and fail
to catch breath where is the breath
and what is in it but soot and nois
e and pain knowing to be here is mo
re of a burden to the earth crowded
as it is with wormwriggle multitude
s murdering oppressing grabbing and
using god for nefarious ends and pr
eying and holding souls for ransom!

a bottle
a rattling plastic pillholder
a jar of tears

the breath is back
and there is relief
but even the relief
has claws