for him
to change
like a cold hard winter
waits for the spring
like a swelled red splinter
waits for the body
to push it out
like the brittle dried grass
waits for the rain
after a drought

I waited
for him
like a caterpillar
in a chrysalis
like the papery husk
covering up
the shiny amber physalis
like the green plants
in photosynthesis

I waited
for him
to turn golden
like the leaves in autumn
but all I found
were dregs
as I got to the bottom

I waited
for him
with tears
and in pain
like a fat ugly stain
that sits and ferments
like I'm the **** of his cigarette
a stump lying in ashes
after he smoked me