Its like all your life you have been waiting for a train
or a table
a promotion
a letter
or a text rather
probably short and disappointing
and suddenly he’s there in the doorway
and the light is coming in around him so soft
he’s so soft
and you’re so worried you spent all your time running and waiting while he was becoming soft and your wires are too crossed and he's not going to want to touch you but he does
he's there
hanging from the doorway brushing his teeth
and you think my God
why did i ever try to crack open a stone
when i can run my fingers through his hair
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Katarina Tyler
Poet, Playwright, Actor & Comedian.
Generally silly person.
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