Plural
by Mae Grey
· 28/12/2025
Published 28/12/2025 09:29
I told them at the water cooler
about the noise, the crowd, the humor.
We drove three hours for the bread,
is what I lied and what I said.
The booth was vinyl, cracked and wide.
No one sitting by my side.
A single fork on paper white.
The only witness to the light.