"Firecrackers Wait For No One" by Lauren Long
Women in waiting
Weren't we always waiting
for a man to validate our existence.
Affirmations of sold signs & prodigal rings,
danced in distant dreams.
The rat race, coming home to a tidy place.
Shackled to the stove, washing his dirty clothes.
A fairytale brought to reality,
only when deeming himself ready,
which naturally struck
his biological clock around 25.