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Kelly Grace Thomas
For All Those Who Have Been Waiting
to open the champagne, dusty with
patience. To drink the desert. Bite
the neck of someone new. To quit
the job, the man, the lie you swig
from every winter. The standstill
traffic of excuse. Tomorrow is
always so hungry. Sometimes, even
your own life forgets to call you
back. The sun sets somewhere
warmer and teal. Maybe the trick is
believing enough to keep
opening—doors, prayers, avocados,
arms, and elevators. To keep
pushing the loud button of want,
until the future becomes a
dance floor beneath your feet.
