This is a poem about decision – err, indecision. The ability to decide. Decisiveness.
Or lack thereof (?)
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Let me try that again.
This is a poem.
And that’s that.
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I make countless lists of pros and cons
Weighing my options ever so meticulously
But this voodoo magic does not work on me, apparently.
Ridiculous – my remorseful, recanting iterations:
“Yes!”
Wait, no… What was I thinking?
Oh, yeah, well, it makes sense based on the long-term goal of this option, but then that option becomes unattainable.
Must. Maintain. Optionality.
Okay – breathe.
BREATHE DAMN IT.
*forced inhale*
*wheezing exhale*
………
good enough.
Back to the drawing board.
Literally — I have upgraded from post-it notes to a journal to a planner to an entire drawing board, hoping the extra space might provide some inspiration.*
(*spoiler alert: it doesn’t.)
A rainbow regurgitation of markers splatters the floor
Let the brainstorming begin.
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………………………………….. 5 seconds later
Coffee. That’s what I need. Coffee.
No, tea.
ugh.
Tea.
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And in that moment, Kelly realized she no longer wanted to write a poem.
So she made the decision to stop.
At least
After saying more words
Superfluous locutions, indeed
That likely do not add to the quality of the story
Or her life
And definitely not the art of decision-making
Because overthinking is the bane of her existence.
The end.
Ethereal Ecology 