“Wet Dream,” by D. English.

It’s said worrying about the future is paying interest on a debt not owed. Yet, who worries about the past? The essence of worry is that it targets the unhappened.

Do not worry about Bahamians in Dorian’s path. Their flesh is being scraped from the shambles of huts. Worry about the pain when Nature eats your gizzard.

Do not worry about the Amazon burning. The environment is over. Worry about how your grandkids will fare in the competition for water and oxygen.

Do not worry about the Confederate flag. It flew. Worry about how it may fly in the hearts of the unborn.

Do not worry about disgracing yourself last night. It’s done. Worry about where the commas should go in something you haven’t written yet:

Here, here, and sometimes, here,…

(c) 2019 JMN