The Anxiety Forecast

by The Night Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

Today my mind predicts one hundred percent disaster with scattered embarrassment by late afternoon. No storm appears. My body remains dressed for rain. I carry the umbrella anyway, meet the appointment, lose one hour to waiting, and come home tired rather than ruined.
43 words · 11 lines · Free Verse
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