waitingA Poem by anais.vionetwaiting for the (probably bad) news
I’m waiting out the day
with minimalist hopes and recycling anxiety. I’m waiting for the hour for a smooth transfer of power or for things to go sour. I’m waiting for the word after a period of counting for freedom’s call or an accelerated freefall. © 2020 anais.vionetAuthor's Note
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