I’m an old-fashioned watch-tapper
with a peptic stomach
and a recurring nightmare
of all eyes turning slowly my way
as the scowling man at the podium
begins pelting me with condemnations
over my lazy procrastination.
You could say I appreciate punctuality.
If I was a woman, I’d be a bun-headed,
of an I-hate-late-people person.
Still, I just love losing track of time with you.
Boston Literary Magazine - Fall 2012