The Last Straw

i don't wear patience cleanly. 

It tends to restrict my blood flow,

and it feels heavy in my hands,

like the time scale of Olympus

has been piled into the tiny space of my years,

forcing me to lie prostrate

and accept the creeping march of days over my back.

People assume stars are patient

because they live for eons.

Stars know nothing of patience,

that's why they are on fire.