Worry is a lack of attention

[italiceyeball]

to that which attends to worry

I talk to no one. There is no here. A commitment to loss, an ultimatum to the World. An open hand - every offering: a beggar. Every smile: a sneer. Every morning: a suicide.

I would beg for solace. I would humiliate myself for a day of rest. I would kneel for a crumb.

But rest resists. Resolve wavers. Commencement continues without regard for doves no one asks whether a feather here or a beak askew could foil

anything
Because doves don't matter and neither do you you sycophant, you phony, you pretend person. You self actuated doll. Smile for me. Alone

It's TV static. It's you, there, in the air. Waves. It's you there, in the growl. It's you there in the milk maids and it's you there in the shade.

I'd glare back, I'd make a rude gesture. I'd be Right, and ugly, and proud. I'd be anything but you today, I'd be anything at all.

Comments

[keplers_angels]

a day or some ago i ranted to the bookface about how we have been misusing the word "worry" and how we need to stop doing that. i'm sure it wasn't really *about* that. I'm sure --that is 'I assure you'-- it was actually about worry and only pretending to be c a l m enough to be about "worry" and i wasn't trying to fool anyone. more like I was worrying my cyber throat raw in a cry for help or else maybe it wasn't so much help just... "yes. I agree. me too. you're quite right."

but that polyparagraph rant garnered one single comment "OMG Abrielle OMG" was all that it said, leaving me to wonder if I should worry about my pedantry and or my soul or maybe just.... assume someone out there heard me and cared- in that moment. About my (All of our) Worry". I chose not to ask.