Maybe I should get it Diet...

I’ve never been good at making decisions.

One way or another, we all end up

Writing and rewriting terminal revisions

To our great stories in the cosmos

I balked when I had to choose electives in high school

Five hours a week of alternating classes

Jammed with tenor saxophones

And computer keyboards leaking strangling wires

Feel them slip softly up my spine

And strike decidedly at the USB port

In the base of my skull

Where I download other peoples suggestions.

Maybe I was choked in the womb,

And the brazen confidence others displayed

Was something I’d been born without

And I was never going to be quick and immediate.

Maybe I don’t have the proper wiring

That shocks and zaps in my eyes

That tells people I am a leader

While I munch cud in the manger.

Maybe I’m broken inside

Let the words finally breathe into space

Where I held them so tightly

That none could hear them weeping tremulously

 to the stars.

So to answer your question,

I think I’ll have a McRib and a Large Coke.