Regular Poem: Some thing

8 Aug

Some
thing
is beating in my chest,
jumping
around,
leaping, seeping
out of my skin,
bouncing out in my bouncing
foot.

It’s like
there’s a new outfit waiting in my closet,
something glamorous and
I haven’t worn it yet
but I know I will be fabulous in it
because it fits just right and it’s a perfect color
and the shoes show off my legs
and I can’t wait to wear it.

It’s like
there’s a cast list up
with my name on it and
the role includes everything I’m awesome at
and I’ve already got half of the lines memorized
and I have insane chemistry with the rest of the ensemble.

It’s like
there’s a boy across town
waiting for me to text him
so we can stay up all night
driving around in his convertible
and then eat breakfast somewhere
that has delicious pancakes.

It’s like
some
anticipation
of some
thing
that will be fulfilled
soon and fully and spectacularly.

And I feel it bubbling, effervescing,
and I can’t stop
smiling about the
thing–
I don’t know what it is–
this
thing
that hasn’t happened yet.

And maybe
I’m just hungry.

Or maybe
that thing
will happen.

And maybe I will
recognize it
as the thing.

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