The good stuff

Tomorrow. Yeah… I know.

Bought the dress. Saved the wine.

Made a list for another life.

Good excuse.

Perfect plan.

I’ll be ready

when I am.

Next

week.

Next year. Almost there—

But tell me…

When does later become now?

I’ve been saving all the good stuff

for a life I haven’t found.

(Do it now) (Not yet) (Do it now)

(Not yet) When does later become now?

If I’m waiting to be ready…

(You’ll be waiting) (You’ll be waiting) …what am I waiting for?

Later, later— not yet.

Later, later— …fuck it.

Kept the shoes

in the box.

Saved my best

for something more.

Funny thing:

nothing came.

Maybe I

forgot to play.

Right time. Right place.

Right me— How long

does that take? Maybe there is no arrival.

Maybe nobody feels ready.

(Use the glass)

(Wear the dress) (Call them back) (Miss the train)

Maybe life’s the thing

I keep

postponing—

(Open it) (Break it) (Say it) (Go)

WHEN DOES LATER BECOME NOW?

(Right now) (Right now) I’ve been saving all the good stuff— (Use

it) (Waste it) (Love it) —for a life I’m living now.

(Right now) (Right now)

Maybe I was never late.

(Never late) Maybe I was only waiting.

Tomorrow?

…no.