The Garnish
by afthroughtasty
· 21/02/2026
Published 21/02/2026 14:35
The corduroy is thick and stained with years,
a weight against the cold and all my fears.
I shove my hand deep in the left-side slit
and find a piece of something left in it.
A shriveled lemon, hard and turned to brown,
from some lost night in some forgotten town.
It smells of cedar and of stale old gin,
a bitter rind beneath the fabric skin.