Worry wears layered clothing, so that
if she accidentally flies to
Greenland or Indonesia,
she is still warm, chill and fashionable.
Worry smells like Big Mac burger.
Seducing people with her luxurious
cheap. We all know she’s overdose, but
we convince ourselves she’s nutritious.
Worry murmurs all the time. She loves
making her murmurs into songs, and
dancing with them, like a thousand people
are watching. Then she smiles and bows.
Worry eats bacons in the morning.
But she can’t help herself not to stare at
the label while chewing the crispy cure:
lactic acid starter culture not from milk.
Worry is a lottery retailer.
Her big satisfaction is when seeing
customers’ smiles, and imagining them
transforming into disappointment.
Worry secretly dreams about sacrifice.
She thinks If she disappears, people would
stop wasting their lives on bad things
that are not and will never really exist.