we met once or twice I think. You and me, Patience. You have a nasty little sneer every time I get near you.
you little patience you.
I’m just going to put this pen down and whisper sweet nothings into the air. See if the tipping point effect of aerosol rings true with wishing as it does with infections.
I am a laying here. a waiting
for you
I never said I’d do it quietly and no one said in order to have grace you had to shut up but all we have to mirror GRACE is silent noir films so of course I have assumed SILENCE is my only option.
So I HUSH UP bc how can one scream or laugh gracefully and those are my favorite passings of times.
My poor hubby is rarely aware of the type of day he’s going to be jolted with once I pop up out of my slumber and into the fresh morning DEW.
I feel wise when I bargain with time.. bargain with the signs that they are closer than they are…
I feel the space I know it’s time away but I just need a BONE to chew Hold me down while the clouds pass by.
