Saturday, August 27, 2011

I Want to Wait

I want to wait
listening for you but when I pray mosquitoes
bite my toes and I am convinced I must cover myself
at all times. So I thrash in a hot bed
sweating my soul
sweating and my aching head asks when
can we rest and I prop the alarm on my pillow
wiping the stuck strands from the back of my neck
to watch the digital lines getting
more and more arbitrary I wish I could
wait I could listen for you.