as I am teaching you.
Patience stretches seconds into years,
and we are far too young to wait our turns.
We are the ponytails with tendrils running free-
the pants worn under dresses.
We eat cold dough rather than wait for warm cookies,
but of course we eat those too.
The chocolate on your face matches mine,
and I laugh as I watch my words skip out of your perfect mouth.
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