stood up
how does waiting
make me tired
no great exertion
is mine
i could fuel
the twiddling of my thumbs
from now
until doomsday
on a cup of tea
but expectation
the pin and needle pricks
of anticipation
these are thieves
stealing breath
stealing time
i lost an evening
that was mine.
ht.
About Me
- Heather Tinnaro
- Asheville, North Carolina, United States
- It will be a few years until I can step back on board with an eye to staying a while. At the moment, I still live in the mountains of North Carolina, in a small house with a piano in the parlor and a teenager in the good bedroom. But it is time to start dreaming. The nest is preparing to empty, and when it does, I should be ready to fly. Or float.
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