but a jar that refuses to be opened
should be left alone to sit.

chatting with melissa.

you know what

there are happy things already

i just need to hug them closer and feel them there

in the morning, a muffled burst.
water cooler clicks before it heats.

i hear the click, wait for the boil.

the water turns, the water burns,
nerves exposed, all breaking down,

so confident of its fate and strength.

leaves, unfurling, end to end.

the water's turmoil makes my tea.

"a
more complex consideration of the identity over time"