the bathroom stalls have opened and closed.
my palms have calloused and healed.
caffeine has burrowed deep.
the inhale, the exhale,
the talk of something real.
the ants have moved in.
why change the space?
why act, give to applaud
the will to live?
the necklace is clipped.
the pockets are tucked.
May we move forward?
I have checked the clock.
You have set the alarm.
May we make our peace?
PLUTO BLOOMING 