The Waiting

When she doesn't have a place
to live her inner life
she will carve a cave in her body
to live it in
and
chew off a limb
to escape the trap of the quotidian
the mundane

She absolutely exists 
inside her own head
And on a page
Onstage
Sweating inside her skin to speak the truth she creates
So that someone will hear
a murmur
A lover talking in their sleep telling you what you 
really wanna hear all night
And forgetting as soon as they wake

And the waiting the waiting
Always enduring the lines, the minutes, the days
the longer it takes
desperate details to impart

The importance of embellishments
memories of the night
blurred into brilliance
burn so bright

​May 30, 2018