The wool smells of cedar and the back of a drawer
by Blk
· 21/12/2025
Published 21/12/2025 11:17
The wool smells of cedar and the back of a drawer.
I dug into the silk, past the grit and the lint,
and found the seven digits I used to live for.
The napkin is stained with a greasy thumbprint.
The blue ink is a bruise on the fiber’s pale face.
Whoever wrote this was shaking or hurried.
Now the frost is beginning to take up the space
where the heat of the habit was buried.