Suspension
by Caleb H.
· 04/01/2026
Published 04/01/2026 14:51
The radiator knocks and groans.
Like iron teeth on marrow bones.
The sleet is coming down in sheets.
It’s freezing on the empty streets.
He stood there with the heavy glass.
He didn't move to let me pass.
He simply held it, still and wide,
until I finally got inside.
His woolly hat was damp and black.
The steam rose off it, thin and slack.
He didn't say it was okay.
He just looked the other way.