When you wait a long time
for something that will never arrive,
you're not waiting. You're
hoping. You're pretending.
Or: something about you
likes that feeling of disappointment,
the sense in which the world
is unforgivably hard
but you're not giving in.
You find it's a bit like walking
in rain without hat, coat, or
umbrella and not minding--
your hair, face, clothes,
and shoes soaked. People
look at you and look away.
They act like you don't know
you're wet. You set your
thin smile. And keep walking.
hans ostrom 2020
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