she waits in the wings
[ from Skinny Dipping in Daylight ]
quietly i sit maybe with a cup of coffee maybe not she waits for me to clear the noise in my head she waits as i try to make sense of the feelings that crowd the inside of my cranium she waits as i scratch meaningless dribble into perfectly pure paper wasting it just to get to her. and when the thinking dust settles the neurons slow and anxiety is temporarily displaced she arrives and together we dance with pen and paper.


