For All Those Who Have Been Waiting by Kelly Grace Thomas
Tomorrow is always so hungry.
For All Those Who Have Been Waiting
to open the champagne, dusty with patience. To drink the desert. Bite the neck of someone new. To quit the job, the man, the lie you swig from every winter. The standstill traffic of excuse. Tomorrow is always so hungry. Sometimes, even your own life forgets to call you back. The sun sets somewhere warmer and teal. Maybe the trick is believing enough to keep opening—doors, prayers, avocados, arms, and elevators. To keep pushing the loud button of want, until the future becomes a dance floor beneath your feet.
wonderful
Great poem, Kelly