Patience is a virgin, she said
and that’s how she heard it
and never called it virtue,
her metaphorical hymen
keeping her dress down
and bracketed by thighs so tight
she almost forgets what she’s waiting for
and why that aspirin is between her knees.
You can’t run or swim or play tennis
with a pill sandwiched by your legs
for so long only the press
of that circle marking your skin
has importance, and so much is lost
in that long wait.
***at dVerse today, we are turning phrases on their heads.