Joefel Bolo
I Worry About My Future
Lurk the light in. Sapped the foundation
of a mountain. The recording from your phone stops.
You staple the papers together.
What lies from your empty stomach.
You were ambushed by a stranger, he asked—
how often do you pray?
Somewhat a spectacle—
for agony to unhurriedly disperse.
I don’t know what to say.
I don’t pray anymore.
The questions are tadpoles
overflowing the cloudy pond.
I stood there—
and I saw the t-shirt flown into the forest.
What if everything is certainty but not once,
like a plastic cover flown into the randomness.
This is not a choice,
think of the ink damped to a pad surface.
To a corner—while you pretend.
Worry. Grappling to overthink.
My future. These echoes. My future.
These echoes.
Joefel Bolo reads “I Worry About My Future”
Joefel Bolo’s work has appeared in The McNeese Review/Boudin, ALOCASIA, Ruby, TIMBER, and Stanford’s Mantis, among others. Currently, they are part of the ANMLY staff.