Irresolution
I keep putting it off,
more afraid of approaching
the retail counter
than of standing before the Throne.
Afraid of watching human opinion
form like a time-lapse crystal.
Not this week, then, after all.
No.
Wait a month: new money’s coming in.
You’ll go out and do it then,
as surely as an island girl
goes down to pee in the ocean.
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