- julia a yancey
paralyzed
i find myself
paralyzed by waiting
...
it's as if the world around me
slows
stops
the pen doesn't drip
drop
onto the page of the next moment
my bones become statuesque
my temper short
people play waiting games
like they're sport
i wouldn't even want to be a referee
sorry, darling, waiting's not for me
time slows and speeds all at once
and
voices whisper
my heartbeat stops
my hands grow sweaty
and a headache forms
right at the precipice of the last good thought
i had
i hate waiting
"hate is a strong word"
well,
i've never been one for
patience, haven't
you heard?
oh,
and then my stomach
boils and churns
worse than
[name your local eatery here]
my body's overcome with fear
flight or fight?
i think i faint
no!
freeze
paralyzed head, shoulders,
toes and knees
how long's it been?
not long enough
man, this sucks.
waiting's rough
