Uncertainty

Uncertainty

It is always uncertain. I never know what’s going to happen. I see the bags—the red duffel bags and the others—in front of me. They’re on the Windsor chair and on the floor. Moving. I am moving but I am not going anywhere. The bags are there; I am packed, just in case. I don’t know where I’m going.

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