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by tnsW3r
· 14/12/2025
Published 14/12/2025 16:17
The sleet at 4th and Main is gray.
A truck hits a pothole, sending
a fan of oily slush across my shins.
No one taps the brake.
The laundromat where I bought gum
has plywood over the glass now,
crusted with salt and old tape.
A grocery bag caught in the fence
pumps like a thin, white lung.