So what?

so what?

if it took nine months?

who made you timekeeper in this play?

isn't that how you rob yourself of love?

give yourself a deadline to make--

a cross to bear,

five minutes late,

and off with your head

taking "too long"--says who?

it's all a claim of

not here now

"should have been done yesterday",

who says it wasn't

done in your mind

before you even began?

completion

now i lay a clock on it

and try to push and pull

and fit that one and a half hour job

into the

half hour box

and i just can't seem to do it!!!

so i conclude

brilliantly

"i suck"

what muck!

what senseless insanity is this?

one and a half hours

does not fit into

a half an hour box.

rest, angel,

there is no need.

who put you up to this task?

of twisting the left arm off your

doll so she can fit in the box

you found in the alley?

the monster

wants only to divide, separate,

and box up,

to keep control,

order,

that has no life!

no breath!

who can breathe

when quartered,

sorted,

and packed up to

fit the monster's agenda?

tick, tick, tick, tick

i know...

i know...

i know....

i know...

so what?

if it takes

nine years!!!

who made you

timekeeper

in this play?