Procrastinate
Oct 22, 2026
Why wait
when I can do it tomorrow?
The pen never moves
off white paper,
left without a word.
Dust between each page
from the desert lodged
in my brain.
Again tomorrow
I say, maybe a month
and I’ll be ready
one day.
Cayton Cox
An Alaskan queer poet who is trying to figure out how to write as I do it.
