This
is
fear of
known inept
comfort level of
pigeons rodents fire crackers
explosions of city things      an inside/outside in

between the middle of interior fear of what
might be found when is constant can
not or never would
be concrete
actions
lost
in

con-
crete
patience
contentment
with current content
showerheads bathtubs in bathrooms
full and exploding won’t be any, any longer

one can panic only in passing fear of focus
chaos chance encounters things we
love last little there
are no things
but con-
crete
things.

©2007, Georgia Luna Smith Faust

Georgia Luna Smith Faust is a poet and a student who likes to write about cockroaches, tomatoes, subways and an acute fear of firecrackers. She grew up in downtown Manhattan and can’t seem to leave. Georgia Luna’s interest in the Fibonacci sequence began with a report she wrote for her sixth grade math class. In addition to Italian mathematics, Georgia Luna likes the Italian language and is looking forward to spending four months in Milano.

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