The More You Wait, The More You Wait

I was right in the middle of retooling the junk shop of my head when I got delayed by someone else’s lateness. It wasn’t the brightest mode of being that I’d discovered, but it lighted my days well enough. I made sweeter rolls of decisions into ragged pastries of inaction. Everything I was in the habit of giving voice to was being taken lightly as sprinkled powdered sugar anyway. And then, without even an intonation to my…