I’m having a
Don’t wanna do it day.
Which means
Pretty much everything
I should wanna do
I don’t wanna do.
It’s a tantrum.
Don’t wanna.
Can’t make me.
Not gonna.
Foot stomp.
All right, I say
To my petulant
Five-year-old self.
What do you want to do?
But my lower lip
Is too far out
For me to reply.
Because – I don’t know…
Wanna’s are funny things.
They work mostly when
“Don’t” is in front of them.
“Do” changes the equation.
The temperature, the atmosphere.
Do requires effort, thought
Imagination.
And I don’t wanna
Do that either.
Hiding is best
When the don’t wanna’s
Attack.
Get under the comforter.
Close my eyes.
Lie perfectly still
Because all that is left is a nap.
Which is a problem
Because I don’t wanna.
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