Wet Glove

Anxiety is the future
Worn in the mind as a wet glove
With a miserable hand in it.

If you’re already wearing it,
There may be not much you can do
About it, the cold thoughts being

Not the free choice of the being
Wearing the wet glove, the tight fit.
But we can tell you it’s not true

That you’ll always have to wear it,
Nor that if your anxiety
Turns out an accurate forecast

It will be as bad as all that.
Anticipation, the good twin
Of anxiety, the comfy

Glove everyone loves having on,
Never is worse than the bare air;
Anxiety’s never better.