Week 2: Paranoid

I am a paranoid individual.

I look twice around my shoulder when crossing the street
or the sidewalk.

I'm the type that carries around a Taser
on a Tuesday night in September
walking home alone at 7 o clock
Just In Case.

Is this fear myself
or just some fake implant
waiting to fall out
 at a moments notice

I stand in front of a mirror,
hoping to catch a clear glance
at this part of myself
but it always darts away,
just too soon out of sight
before I get a look.

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