Poem I Wrote About Stuttering while Ordering Food

Poem I Wrote About Stuttering while Ordering Food As I open the glass door my heart races Like a track star on their last lap I wonder if I will collapse Walking up to the counter I wonder if I will relapse Caught in the negative cycle of dread embarrassment and shame I fail yet again to place my order without stammering over it like a drunk man Wasted on yet another bottle of anxiety