2.21.2009

on the eve of thirty


options

I consider my options.
pop them into my mouth,
let them sit
on my tongue
too long.
chew them up.
spit them out.
reconsider.
put them under a microscope.
look closer.
pick them apart.
watch them multiply,
mutate
like a cancer.
and they scream at me,
'you can do anything!
you can do everything!'
they hurt.
and I am overwhelmed,
surrounded
by the indecision
they leave
behind.