Under the Roof
by Noah
· 11/02/2026
Published 11/02/2026 19:50
The humidity has made the front door stick,
so I sit out here where the air is thick.
Inside, the silence is a heavy thing,
sharper than any words could bring.
A beetle tries to climb a splintered seam
while the neighbor's TV tells a dream.
The floorboards groan beneath my weight,
swelling with the heat and the late date.
On the railing sits a saucer, chipped and blue,
with one cigarette butt soaked halfway through.
The paper has dissolved into an orange smear,
waiting for a wind that never comes near.