Coachella
You seemed so beautifully harmless
standing there in your kicky heels
that looked impossible to rub in
They made your calves look anxious
Could you tell how out of breath
I would easily become if pursued
could you see in my squint
How easily I give up
I clamp my jaws and cling with all my claws
to my tendency to hem and haw,
to protect my life of quiet procrastination
Did I ever show you my log
of how many times I missed my bus
because I was afraid to cross
before the light changed?
You were the one pinched like an hourglass
but I was the one who was bottom-heavy
with sand.
It’s been years now.
You’re still standing on that corner,
hands scrambling inside your purse
as the stampede flows around you,
still wondering why the world refuses
to cooperate, wondering when
they’ll raise the floodgate,
not noticing that the dam has already burst.
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