by Ami Heller
The National • Afraid of Everyone
Travis once said that the fear is here. Not intending to rhyme at all. Just how it came out. And up in the attic he confessed his ominous depictions of the future. I just nodded and did my best to block out that dreadful emotion. Not let it seep in. Like poisonous liquid in a vial. He was talking with a flashlight pointed upwards under his chin. So not conducive to my state. I couldn’t fall asleep that night because every sound punctured insides little by little. How Travis fell into a deep sleep knowing what he knew is still an anomaly to me. And so it trickled in.
Years later Travis sleeps. I don’t. Travis tells tales about fear. I feel it. Travis lives. And I’m afraid of everyone.