Grammar

I said 'moreover' today.

The word felt like a stone

I’d been carrying in my cheek.

The book is ruined now.

A coffee ring on the cover

where he moved the comma

in heavy, blunt graphite.

I can still hear the sound.

The eraser hitting the metal tray.

A dry thud.

A cloud of white dust

on the sleeves of his coat.

He told me to look again.

I’m still looking.