When I Grow a Tail

6/18/2024 On patience straight from the journal

You have charms on your cheeks.
A horizon just for me.
My eyes can rest there where my funny stops being funny.
A thin gold chain ties itself in patience around my neck.
I've always valued that.
Patience.
Even when I'm out of practice,
Because there is always a rumbling applause in my stomach-
Hundreds of people are eating fish with delicate silver wear
For dinner.
Sometimes,
I still believe if I wait long enough
& blow on a million eyelashes 
                                                          Things are possible.
Then suddenly-

I will sprout a tail on a regular morning.
I would slink and weave it around vines, 
Big palmed magenta and orange flowers.

Waiting....
Can feel like nothing.
Or....
Like being bit by pesty bugs every time you remember
"I am still waiting."

The night before I discover my tail will be ordinary.
I will shower & 
Consider
(For awhile) 
If it's time to wash my hair again.
I will dream & 
It will not make sense
I will have no idea that by the time I have grown bored of fake sleeping
I will make an astounding discovery of human biology. 
I will say:
     "Surely this will get me some sort of prize? Right?"
I will wait somewhere,
Waiting till everyone is done calling me some freak of nature.
Because even with a prize '(Ive decided I should get one)
I can still be patient.
I have a new part of myself to keep me busy anyways.
I will sprawl out on a big green leaf and
Laugh.
Because yes- a girl with a tail is funny.
When everyone is ready,
I will show up at the grocery store with my new limb (Can we agree to call it that?)

Don't worry I've had it long enough now to realize the displays will not fall victim to tail swooshing.
(My new thing)
Soon, after all the children see it from down the aisle
They will want one too.

You cannot buy this here.

But, if you wish & wait on it long enough-
I'm sure you can grow one too.