A moment at the end of All Hallows

Bright pink hair, wide eyes,
When she asked me where to go
I told her: within

She and sturdy butch,
Waiting for a train, I offered
Unpaid femme labor

Her world was burning,
She wouldn't change. Confronting
Was not an option.

It gets easier,
I said, But you have to practice.
Burn, you'll lose it all.

I like you, she said.
Please add me on Instagram.
I did, then I left.

The Alice Austen
Ferried me across the bay.
In three hours, I'd wake.