Art by Cory Anders
the roof gives up
no pretense here
was it ever built
or did sunlight abrade it
into being
tin cup
warm at the rim
laundry wire
bitten thin
one sandal
turned over
under the chair
cloth slack
over splintered timber
a bent nail
holding more morning
than it was made for
all this touch
left behind
all this
making shelter
from the light
About the Creator
Ahmet Nazif Sati
The train arrives after midnight carrying soaked commuters and one screaming drunk philosopher. Somewhere at the edge of the observable universe, matter collapses into impossible density. Nobody looks up from their phones.
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