Melancholy Hyperbole

Does age give us grace, or do we surrender into it ourselves?
And when we get that grace, is it a blessing
or is it a tool?

Whatever you’re looking for, it won’t come now.
Not in the long-lasting beginning.

I want to not want and maybe someday
when I’ve stopped wanting,
every item I ever wrote 
on my Christmas wish list
will show up on my doorstep.

And you, you’ll come knocking on my door.

Bridget Malley is a poet and writer living in the Pittsburgh area. She has been published in RUNE and Eye Contact, with forthcoming publication in Uppagus.

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