• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 09
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No Longer Wait

My fireworks are cheap
and damp,
To disguise my shame
I fire them into
A blazing sun and my cocktails
Are green and slow,
To quench their thirst
I serve myself,
and older now,
I put things down
Less quietly and for politeness sake
No longer wait
To lead solitude
To my table.