Monday, July 7, 2014

Facing my demons - 9

As the cesspool rises to our chins
we panic.
Surely it will be worse further down.
We are paralyzed by indecision
all rational thought escapes.
Incongruously, I think:
Should I apply to that job tomorrow?
the one I think I won't get?
Or do I buy a bottle of vodka
swim out into Lake Superior
as far as I can go?
To be washed out to sea
eaten by fish
escaping yet another rejection
another abandonment
another betrayal?
The final procrastination.


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