This could be the last weekend
before certain uncertainty.

Yes, I am a secret pessimist.
This year has been good

for that. I lost my line
of work due to pandemic,

but started a new one
born from it. When you

were crying from your
campaign job, worried

your boss might not
let you go to your

needed appointment
on Thursday, I told

you what you’re
crying about isn’t

your Thursday
appointment.

We’re afraid
of what we

may be living
in on Wednesday.

(originally published in Setu, Fall 2024)