Impatience Took Its Tulle On Me

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By Rowan Finley Published about a year ago • 1 min read

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Longing had the nerve

to swerve through the door,

that was painted just as before,

just as the sky and grass behind it.

The pressure cooker of my psyche worked to transform into the norm,

taking the walk down society’s hallway in the dim lit dorm.

Wedding tulle wadded in agitation and impatience.

“Teeth have a memory,”

the orthodontist tech stated.

Meaning, crooked teeth,

after being straight,

want to go back to being crooked.

Lilac and lavender cracked their knuckles in the breeze of teasing testimony.

Tickled by the rumors and rumblings,

they remembered all their fondest memories,

the ones that made their faces glow again.

Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.

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