the playground sits
awaiting the return
of the children.
“it is very strange that the years teach us patience —
that the shorter our time, the greater our capacity for waiting.”
-e. taylor, A Wreath of Roses
you know you’ve been waiting quite a long time
at the secretary of state’s office
when even a minivan load of nuns get restless.
“I sometimes think I was born to live up to my name.
how could I be anything else but what I am having been named madonna?
i would have either ended up a nun or this.”