There's news coming.
You don't know which way it goes.
Your shoulders are up near your ears.
They've been there since you heard.
You read the same paragraph three times.
Nothing has happened yet.
The flinch got here first.
Then it arrives and it's fine.
Or it isn't and you meet it already sore.
Either way you took it twice.
It only ever came once.
The news gets one hit.
The rest of it has been you.
