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By ThoughtFull Date: 2003 Aug 18 Comment on this Work [[2003.08.18.11.46.27332]] |
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I am never the girl who picks the restaurant. I always buy both pairs of shoes rather than pick one. I take an hour to get dressed, standing in my closet mystified at the options. I can't even choose between poetry or prose to write this. Instead I submit jumbled works somewhere between the two. I haven't chosen a wedding date Or place And my indecisiveness may reveal some indecisions I would rather not inspect. I can not decide whether I am ready to take a step towards the ultimate in decisions and close off the universe of endless possibilities to end up only having to decide what kind of house to build within the confines of the white picket fence future I am tumbling toward. It seems so final. There can only be one pair of shoes and we have to eventually eat somewhere. |