The afternoon opens with a pink, hazy light.

Inviting us into its expansive wardrobe.

We undress,

allowing the soft of our amorphous forms

to bathe in its ephemeral cotton candy bubble.

Slipping out of stockings, tall boots, and top hats.

Abandoning all “respectable things.”

Breathing into this unsuspecting invitation.

Allowing all our shapes

to move together in soft celebration.

Trusting our instinctual calls as they come,

remembering our way into everything and nothing.