The universe doesn’t make mistakes—
With slow movements every day I realize I have
lived life before.
and the reason
I am so anxious
is because I don’t like waiting for what comes next.
I have been so happy, my heart sings.
Why can I not be that happy again?
Why is my sadness a cavernous wound?
We will all play it out, anyway,
puppets on strings
more curious about curtains than anything.
© Alexandra Jema