Saturday, February 4, 2012

“Procrastination.” © Mike Absalom January 12th

She procrastinated, she said.
But not because she was
putting anything off.
She procrastinated, she said
because she liked the word.
It felt good rolled around
the mouth, she said,
like a long lasting
It’s use conferred education.
Wisdom almost.
If she stopped
procrastinating, she said,
she would diminish herself by
a good word.
In the bleak dentist’s
waiting room she smiled at me.
Her mouth looked like a Connemara reef at low tide.
A bit off-putting, I thought.

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