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,

  You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.

  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.