Monday, October 18, 2021

All of It


He asked me how much I wanted.
I replied, “I want the whole ball of wax.”
I immediately sensed I had made a mistake.
I was right. It took several people
to deliver it the following day.
It was huge, yellow, sticky,
and it smelled. Where would I store it?
Too ungainly and foul to spread on my floors,
how would I use it?
I vowed that the next time
someone asked me, “How much?”
I’d try simplicity and moderation.
No more wax balls for me.