ONE DAY, SOME DAY


    One day it will


    be my turn.


    The spines


    and sharp corners


    will melt in heat


    simmer, and each voice


    will call out my name.


    If I wait long enough,


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    twiddle my fingers


    like the flit of butterfly


    wing, it will come,


    as all good comes,


    down like trailing


    ivy. One day.


    Someone will recognize


    the dazzle of flower


    hidden under the


    fleshy skin of thorns,


    climb the tower,


    scale the shy petals


    the color of sky and—


    Go. Get a ticket.


    Jump a plane.


    Make one day, some day,


    today.