My eyes just trace the grout
by Jonah F.
· 06/03/2026
Published 06/03/2026 20:36
My eyes just trace the grout,
without thinking about
what I came in for.
One, two, three, four.
Five, six. The seventh.
It’s always the seventh tile.
A fine, spider-webbed line,
a slow decline
from the corner, a smile
of breakage. A small betrayal
in the ceramic sail
of the floor.
Another day I'm counting.
Another day I'm mounting
nothing new.