In There

Whittle down the moment with sepsis self-loathing.

We’ll wait you out.

Tell us how the arcs and beams break expectations.

We’ll wait you out.

Run against the tide of joy, interest and intentions.

We’ll be here, waiting.

Don’t bother recruiting, we’re ahead of the game––

The Game.

Don’t think of this as winning or losing, however.

Think: dancing or playing the harmonica.

We’re stamping our feet,

smiling, crying,

while you say hush. Hush.

So we’ll wait.

You’re invited.