Procrastination
Don’t have to get up if I don’t want to
But don’t feel like sitting still
So I think about what I want
Slicing open the smooth white belly of a whale
Soft and bloodied
But I’m not in the mood for it
Maybe I can do something else
And find the jigsaw puzzle of things undone.
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