I’m fat
I’m not built for the summer
But there is a wildfire that rages just beneath the surface of my skin
Your gaze sparked it
Like flint over a pile of branches
While I might not be Pinocchio
I tap dance to your stringed arrangement
Currently waiting for the curtains to be pulled back
The show must go on and so I prepare
By the time I’m done
The concert will be epic
Halftime worthy
But I don’t want to slow down
I want to run headlong into you
But I stop short
I keep telling myself to be patient
Bide your time
The process is excruciating
But the finished product will be never ending
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