over coffee, she asked,
“what are your plans for today?”
i’m gonna try not to bleed.
it happens more often than you think.
not always of the flesh,
or out in the open,
but it gets messy
and hard to clean up.
i’m not ashamed,
nor proud.
it’s just who i am now.
five years and counting.
“not sure. just gonna wing it,”
i reply,
and pour a second cup.
3.19.21