Other Kinds of Work
By selmakovich
Now has never made a lot of sense.
I see anger I feel anger – but is it now? Was it there all along?
I see bodies in the street and corpses laying dead. In french we use the same word, dead or alive. There is outrages for statues thrown in the river. Bodies of stone over bodies of flesh. Claiming the past sounds like a weird privilege to be holding on to.
Thoughts don't come easily, maybe it is not the moment to reflect.
Work seems bleak, but there are other kinds of work that can bring warmth.
Work like: “how are you doing”
Work like: “maybe stay here”
Work like: “you are not silent if you just don't know how to speak”
A response to the Now prompt