Ansiedad.

After running a thousand miles, I stop.
Light a cigarette,
breathe heavily,
keep running.
I do not intend to find a thing.
I am trying to escape.
Escape again, from being drowned
into the darkest places of myself.
Stop.
Feel my own body
go south.
But the marvelous treats of the touch
take me nowhere
but back to misery.
Then I remember what I said before:
“One of these days, sober and brave, I’ll write about the wonders of your legs”
Then, explode.