Waiting in the Wings

just as the last white blossom of the myrtle gently falls i linger within the echo of the nightingale’s plaintive call I toss you an apple ripe you don’t notice me at all\u2028 gravity predates this courtship ritual\u2028 i’m tired of waiting in the wings while Aphrodite plays my fraying strings. \u2028just as the last swallow leaves the eaves before the rains a faint trace of its departing \u2028 yearning song remains I set aside the wreath I wove watch the color drain away i’m tired of waiting in the wings while those less deserving see the fruits of their labor received in good favor. \u2028\u2028 Oh but were I as fair as Psyche so radiant, aglow surely then I would reap the prosperity I sow I’m tired of waiting in the wings \u2028while some new face steals all my lines\u2028 gets roses, gets the praise for stumbling through what I rehearsed for days\u2028\u2028 always the bridesmaid, never the fucking bride. just as the final cup is poured beneath the evening stars I save the sweetest figs for someone… wherever you are woe, woe, woe and woe again! woe, woe, woe and woe again!\u2028 woe for me, for thee!