waiting for me

like buddha under a tree,

sexting his long-distance godot,

struck a bad deal with time, thinking-

who stitches wormholes together?

who gets on a train?

procrastinating every second breath,

until life is the one that slipped away,

and the capacity to keep a promise.

i don't care for the stars’ bark,

of a love made for screens,

of a house on a hill, joy in a cocoon,

the cigarettes have come to take me,

i know my sentence is short,

happy experiments, confused accidents,

a calendar full of attempts,

brimming with beginning,

so disown my body & it will spin,

time is waiting for me.