The elevator
arrives already tired
of carrying expectations
between floors
that never agree
on what success looks like
A plant in the corner
is practicing patience
so intensely
it might become invisible
Someone left a question
on the subway seat
Wrapped in a loud silence
To be found for a hopeful heart
A forgotten receipt
claims I once bought
three minutes of courage
and misplaced them
somewhere between Tuesday
and almost
Love signs nothing
but somehow agrees
to everything
And I can see you
Sitting on the throne
Tying your hair
And somewhere
between temptation
and comedy
Nothing resolves
and everything seems fine with that
which feels suspicious
but politely comforting