Decisions
I felt miserable
and my reflection
looked worse.
What a morning!
I picked up the razor.
Good idea!
Started shaving,
but felt just the same.
Turned on
the gas stove.
Mixed myself a coffee.
My body
ached for love,
and the bones
longed for a high.
Both would have been ideal
Of course.
But I couldn't afford either.
And coffee wasn't the answer.
So I picked up the razor
and turned on the gas
and waited.