the bodega light hums like a bad thought you can't shake and the whiskey burns a little less tonight maybe because something shifted inside me a small tectonic plate moving beneath the surface of everything and i felt it i felt the shift and it wasn't catastrophic it was just…different like the world rearranged itself for a single moment just for me and maybe that's all it takes i’m reaching for it again, that feeling, chasing a ghost. but it’s not a ghost, is it? it’s a memory of something real. a real moment. and the possibility that more are coming. the bodega light suddenly feels further away like it doesn't concern me at all maybe that's what peace is. insignificance