.waiting line theory.

Sara Sophia Marker

our afternoon of crafts

heaven says you are the candleflame
born a wire, tight, and ever since
i am between breaths.

you dig that bhakti, perfect arms in air
(in three years you'll know)
painted cakes do not satisfy hunger.

heavy, the tao is nothing
what else lord, lift these veils
so what bites can soften.

sm, lift the canopy,
there are a hundred others
but this is my seat.