Practically pretentious, 
she presently propped the door open while she peed. 
An exercise in patience, 
I waited outside the tri-pronged window for her to finish. 
A particular pacifism to promote, 
she yelled out, “Hold on a second!” 
and held steadfast to a singular principle: 
passive to other principles. 
Poppies perched along the window, 
so I plucked at the petals of one, 
a promise of present loves and future presents. 
Her presence was noted, and in it, 
I noted the duration of her presence in the pee room.