The sun is a witness I didn't invite
by joke_curdle
· 13/12/2025
Published 13/12/2025 21:05
The sun is a witness I didn't invite,
slanted and cruel in the Tuesday light.
It shows the bills on the table, a stack of the gray,
where the ink and the interest are drifting away.
I blow on the paper and watch the cloud rise,
the grit of my life stinging my eyes.
The ceiling fan wears a thick winter coat
of lint and dead skin, a lump in the throat.