Behind someone who drives below the
speed limit,
Waiting in line for tickets I don't
want to use,
Making three trips to get three things,
Arriving anywhere seventeen minutes
early
(I don't believe in being early if I
could be writing),
Waiting ten minutes and three twists
for the end
Of an interminable conversation about a
conversation,
Playing Sisyphus with a sprinkler and a
lawn mower,
Eight unconcious, unremembered hours of
sleep
(Every. Single. Night. For Years. I'm
like to weep.)
And the ten minutes it takes to regain
my place
Every time someone interrupts my
reading –
If you want to talk about years of my
life wasted, start there.
No comments:
Post a Comment