My Last Card

I am crying.

Two seconds ago, I was a middle-aged man planning his day over an Americano.

Then, I get a text from my cousin.

I am not crying quiet ? dignified-like.

My nose is running and I am thanking god the bill is already paid.

On the way to the car, I compose myself.

The week is chock-full of the type of news you carry in your belly.

In what appears to be a moment of calm, I call my boss.

I report to him that I won’t really be myself today.

And then

As if to prove the point

I start to cry again.

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