you may be starting to notice
certain traits about me:

the unnatural speed
of my heartbeat

the eerie gold of my eyes
opaque with mistrust

my love of tender shoots
and root vegetables

how I can’t seem to help
chewing pencils to shreds

the way I keep my distance
from dogs of all sizes and never

text you back on nights
when the full moon is out

there is no known cure so
I never wonder how long

we’ll be able to go on
all I think is how fast I will run

as soon as running’s required
you might say I won’t need to

but I’m easily startled
and bolting’s how I survive