texture
A routine amount of impossible.
The synchronized laundry team looked strong today.
A brief pause for driver recalibration.
This was not helpful, but it was sincere.
Some days you just sit where the day puts you.
They wouldn’t tell me who or what was calling the numbers. Or why.
A hard place, briefly softened.
The higher the buildings rose, the less they belonged to the street.
The version of me between versions of me.
Home approaches
I gather the smaller selves
and pretend there’s one
The hallway narrowed near Accounting, as hallways often do when they know too much.
