blaring siren(s)

“don’t be a hospital,” he said,

“just like me.”

a gaze at the ground

twitching finger.

breakfast in the dining hall

bacon and pancakes, hemp bag and fancy bottle

“how was your summer?”

“it was good.”

a slumped couch

hazy eyes with a glass of wine

slight look at both of us, him especially

and piercing scream.

a road diverged in the wood

both were the same

but circumstances?

at a tipping point.

two continents

two vibes

withstanding tremors

the self arose.

hospitals?

fuck off

we are ambulances

running everywhere with blaring sirens.