Facing My Demons 9

Procrastination

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.