A quarter til.
On the dot.
A quarter after.
Now it's half past love.
I'm moving on.
The time is right.
I have been waiting and hoping.
There's no time for your plans now.
I have been making every moment count.
I can't look back.
I am running towards love until time runs out.
Collage by Heather Polk, “What is Taboo? 2.21.2026”, 2026, torn magazine pages on watercolor paper, 9 in x 12 in
