"i am going to take my degree and design checks for a living"

the cadence of patience is not for CALMING!      It doesn't sound like a pacing
grandfather, soft breathing, outside                     his grand daughter's bastard child birth,
that boy gone and knocked her up.      it doesn't feel like a pat on the back, new best friend
soothing drunken sobs over rejection letter & rejection letter and notice of rejection.
                It mostly doesn't remind me of searching through hours of archival
interviews to find any usable line that doesn't have the "n word" in it.  It can't stomach
the seering "I fucking hate you" from  your son who you named after the only righteous man
in the Bible                           because of your hopes that someday he'd be the one man to
treat you              right.             Listen, patience isn't a hammock rocking.  Nor is it
a lullaby everyone in a 3,000 mile radius, in a 30 year age range knows.  It isn't the memories
of movie marathons with chocolates pretzels and chili bean dip.                  It is your face using
your entire body to break the fall, take the momentum, channel buddha so nobody
has any clue of just how hard is it to                                        wait.  It is the swedish heavy metal.
It is the holocaust scream.                                                        You are an animal.  You are
going to flip tables.      Shoot up the school.  Quit.  Quit.  Flee.  But you won't.  And nobody will know you're thinking about anything.