03/19/20 Wait for It
Wait…
You were barely seventeen,
barely still
barely born,
barely tapping on the globe
no impression
of before.
You were stealing by the light,
full of piss
dead inside,
how were you to compromise
what a boy
has to hide;
light the sage,
fight the night,
let it be,
let it slide,
you were walking out the door
but you stopped just in time