05/15/2020  Back of his friend’s car Watching the shadows Play along the roof In the moonlight Head resting in the curve of his neck Pink Floyd playing on a loop Winter air Crisp and sovereign Blowing along the exterior Of our warmth, Our safe-haven All the while My heart is screaming Within my ribs Why have you let yourself be outside Why have you let yourself be  Anywhere ? Panic attacks in bookstores Are the easiest to handle When had in the quiet Of the public restroom With the vacancy lock Firmly in place Picking up the shambles of my soul From beside the novelties section At Half-Price Books Written by Kelsey Woods, a third-year student at Bellarmine from Mount Washington, Kentucky, who is double majoring in secondary education and English.