Poem: Kettle Meets Pot

I want to feel alright, a straight white line

At hand on a bleached page, benign and alive

I'm not. I'm a dark staked pit. I swallow whole

I choke and gag on teeth, my tongue implodes

I need to drain away and clamp it shut

Be someone else so chaos can recede

To find my calm, the type I never knew

At ease, a stranger that I’d love to meet