I’m always on the defensive
because I’m afraid.
Afraid of what, I never know.
I’m just equally afraid of everything.

No, wait, that’s a copout.

I’m definitely more afraid
of certain things than others,
like cherry fruit pies
as opposed to swarms of bees.

I suppose I’m also
less afraid of the chicken dance
than I am of fuzzy teddy bears,
and lime wedges definitely irk me less
than jumbo coffee mugs.

But really, outside of those things,
I can pretty much say
I’m equally afraid of everything else.