Wait For Me

 

Someday, when I have stopped feeling sad,
I will tell you a story. About the helicopter
spiraling into a skyscraper. About chin hairs
plucked in car lines. About the mom who left.
Someday, when you are old, I will tell you
what it’s like to be old. About the neck that stops
turning to check for traffic. About the body
that wants to be eyed by strangers. The mouth—
how it puckers for no reason. Someday,
when you are ready to listen, you will hear
how I wore ears from the gun range and shut myself
in the study to work, how Xbox trigger fingers
still drummed into poems, why the rusted feeder
out back hasn’t been filled in years. Someday,
when I have stopped worrying about the world,
I will smile. You will know I am happy.
 
 

Marissa Glover teaches and writes in Florida, where she is co-editor of Orange Blossom Review and a senior editor at The Lascaux Review. Marissa’s work has been published in Rust + Moth, First Things, After the Pause, War, Literature & the Arts, and SWWIM Every Day, among other journals. Follow her on Twitter @_MarissaGlover_.

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