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I am procrastinating about errands
I wonder if they’ll ever get done
I hear the clock ticking
I see the sun move through the sky
I want to be a different person
I am still me
I pretend that my procrastination is thoughtful
I feel a poem sprouting on my tongue
I touch its petals, but very gently
I worry that they might fall off
I cry when they do
I am bereft
I understand that my errands still await
I say to hell with writing a poem
I dream about nothing
I try to get out of my chair
I hope I have enough time
I am running late
I wonder if they’ll ever get done
I hear the clock ticking
I see the sun move through the sky
I want to be a different person
I am still me
I pretend that my procrastination is thoughtful
I feel a poem sprouting on my tongue
I touch its petals, but very gently
I worry that they might fall off
I cry when they do
I am bereft
I understand that my errands still await
I say to hell with writing a poem
I dream about nothing
I try to get out of my chair
I hope I have enough time
I am running late
by Derma Kaput on Feb. 14 2007