She even seems to stand loudly.
welcome. Nothing stops her
fastening trains of thought
across life like seat belts, only
cinching tighter with resistance.
Fearless of foot traffic, she sits
down where the ground flattens,
burns out candles, leaves
the oven on. Her confections
lay, overbaked, waiting
for you on the counter. Just the sight
of another person flings elation
off her like a thousand frozen peas.
Think —Altoids at the checkout: —
inevitable, yet somehow,
never too present.
Cover image by James Coleman.