I'm The Moment

Buzzing lights hum over gray tiles.

Conference air tastes cold and mild.

My name muffled through the thin door sounds like someone I've heard before.

Dog-eared cards inked with old fears shaking slightly in my hands here.

Metal trash can by the coat stand,

silver mouth waiting like it understands.

I let the paper leave my grip, watch each excuse fall,

fold and flip.