MY MAN (Procrastination)

MY MAN (PROCRASTINATION)

Easy going and seductive he lies in wait
With a scroll of phrases
Eyes opening and closing
Looking straight at me
Long beautiful lashes
Deep pools of blue
Reflecting my deepest desires:
“Binge Watch Wallander”
“Hike a hundred miles on the North Country Trail”
“Write a Requiem”
“Mourn a loved one every minute of every day”
Meanwhile, I check my pocket and my wallet is gone
The lights in the room stay on and I cannot sleep
The mirror reflects the empty plains
He turns my cell phone on “disturb”
And I answer, but it is his voice, heavy with languor.

Its syrup covers me and crystallized, I cannot move. 

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