The Edginess Of Yes And No Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

I write something here because there's
a shaded area in a box prompting me
to do so and that begs filling.

Since boys fancy plugging openings and I am
a grown up lad, I'm interested to step forward.
Especially at this point of my life

when I live, as we all do, on the periphery
of the big aperture called wisdom.
This particular morning I feel above all

peculiarly edgy. Right now is the
edgiest moment for me to be indecisive.
I am on the brink of accepting your invitation

and say ye...s but am hesitantly hanging onto
the dangling third letter of that very word and
I wonder if my reserving the right for accepting

or denying your invitation to the very last moment
will cause you much stress as it does me and
at the last moment I vacillate and decline.