Sit at the Fork

It’s a regular day
A regular walk
The air is crisp
I exhale the cool air
As it appears before me

There’s a fork in the road
To go left
To go right
I do not want a fork in the road
I just want to walk
When I’m done
I want a spoon
A spoon of my couch
My home
My dog
A spoon to cup me and hold me

A fork has tines
Pointed edges
I don’t like the fork
I have no choice
I will not turn around
I will not go backwards
It is not an option

I will sit at this junction
This fork
And spoon myself here
Until I know
Which way to go



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