Ode 10

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