Nov 25, 2020
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Procast i n a t i o n
A Poem
Time, as a construct,
is wholly unappealing
especially when expectant
as if it’s always waiting for me
to accomplish one more directive
so that I can move on to another task
but really all I want to do is bathe deeply
in procrast i n a t i o n, like a lavender bath
lulling me to sleep in direct avoidance of to-do
