Stuck at the shop, with rain pouring down.
The thought of soggy shoes makes this vaguely tolerable.
We all hold out here together, and my weekends are mine,
though my body insists on thwarting me.
That could be my fault.
At the moment, trapped in a feeling I'm sure many have felt before me,
not wanting to feel, but wanting much more to experience.
It's like the hangman's noose.
I could just slip out and walk away,
but I like the roughness and weight around my neck,
I want to give in to it's obligation,
Spinster Death, holding out for the possiblity of
someone coming to cut me down.
But for now I'll stand on tip-toe, with the stool
wobbling below.
All the while making merry, smiling and throwing things.
Working hard or hardly working? Eh buddy?
Dipping my toe down from the stool into the murky but
somehow promising waters of adulthood.
And what will be will be.
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