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Anatidaephobia
Anatidaephobia is the pervasive, irrational fear that somewhere in the world a duck is watching you
 
 I bend our group therapy session
 Into a halo for the angel of misery
 
 We are discussing our fears
 
 The boy to my right is a kamikaze
 
 The wall is his enemy
 
 He says his greatest fear
 Is that there is a duck watching
 Everything
 
 I am an AK
 Afraid of the bullets in me
 
 A duck walks over us
 Screaming about 
 The Destiny of things
 
 God if I am bullet
 Make me silver
 So the wolves can't eat
 
 My father was a werewolf I say
 
 He had a tendency to feast on pain
 
 The therapist stops me
 
 Of what are you afraid
 
 They used to call me beautiful I say
 I am afraid that things have changed
 
 The duck falls through a rafter
 And his body concaves into his everything
 
 The boy to my right
 Remains exactly the same
 
 Because what we comprehend is this
 One dead duck can't end the duckness 
 
 One less swing can't end the darkness
 
 Yes
 I love the way her hour glass
 Fits into my wine skins
 
 
 But what happens when I'm drunk into touching
 
 When some part of me decides
 The glass and sand should be
 Rusted on the tough ends
 
 What happens when the werewolf comes knocking
 
 Should I let him in
 
 I am not afraid of being my father
 
 I fear being his son
 
 I fear being a father
 
 And these will be the words of my son
 
 My dad
 Had punching bags for a family
 
 Recently
 I have been happy
 
 But Murphy's law
 Is like gravity
 
 Everything is falling
 
 If these hands can break the hourglass
 What will the duck be watching
 
 They should have called me cookie
 Because I am crumbling
 
 Love won't lose her sweet tooth
 Even with the warnings
 
 Beware the dog
 That is sure to rest
 In my family tree
 
 Do not fall in love with me
 
 It takes lots of effort to accomplish standing
 
 Cut my hands off love
 
 I will love you with my poetry
 
 Sometimes I wonder if a star wonders what he might become
 
 Supernova is Destiny
 
 There is no way to end this poem
 Without chaining up the rest of me
 
 If this hour glass beauty
 Is my better half
 Then somehow break away
 The best of me
 
 Discontinue my becoming
 
 The duck on the floor is moving
 
 Someone tell him
 His waddling
 Is driving me crazy
 
 Love
 Just hold me
 
 When I say I am afraid of everything
 I really Mean
 I don't think
 Everything
 Is enough

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