Hesitation sits hunched over in the corner
carefully alternating between licking his gums
and flossing his teeth. his meticulous nature
compels him to extricate every instance of plaque
but he doesn’t have the gumption to cut the white
strand from it’s waxen wheel, so he just goes through
floss like a typewriter goes through ribbon.

when there is no more clean floss left,
he regards the pile of plaque and wax
and saliva as if it will give him some answer.
or forgive him.

for not having the courage that is needed
to finally make a
Decision.

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