A playdough snail sails on a sea of sand and macaroni

When your mind is made up I can see the white wet-patches of PVA Sticking together some decisions strips of ego and a few shiny pieces of doubt until it dries and clarifies then it gets hung on the wall with your name on it It can change as fast as a soufflé’s deflation Makes me laugh As excuses spill out thoughts get scrambled and justifications coddled together like a bachelor’s every lonely last-minute meal No agenda Thrown together Assembled And made to fit No matter how it tastes Caitlin Smith August 14th 2006