Panic

The look of this
is making me think of Christmas.

Those few days before
when it’s all bustle

and lights
and music playing everywhere

and have all the presents been bought?
and will we have enough food?

Squashed together
crammed in lives are filling this place.

I need some air.

‘Quick, quick,
loosen his collar

don’t crowd him
give him some space.’

Must be?