What Do You Long For? [By Joe Santini]
I long for the motivation to make my bed in the morning. I’ll have to do it anyway, usually 10 or so minutes before unraveling it again. The sheets cost more than I’d care to admit.
I long for AWOL artists that dramatize my Mondays, either in headphones or car rides. I long for double orange chicken and a Pepsi in a sweating paper cup, sunbaked and dizzy from a day of rollercoasters.
There’s a hot tub on the roof here, though. It's calming beneath the string lights and I’m not sure I was even able to name the stars anyway.
Yet, I long to know what skyline has the greatest half-life and to rationalize with confidence why I’m here instead of there. Instead, I write words on paper that make my chest flare with heat.
I giggle at precious stones because I don’t need them. Never have. I like it when soft boys proclaim things too quickly, but this one is slower than expected. I could use a good belly-laugh.
Above all, I long for destiny to admit how many lifted fingers will unlock itself so I can start making my bed in the morning.