Bag split Lentils
by Ax.
· 12/01/2026
Published 12/01/2026 14:12
Bag split. Lentils
rolling into the parking lot puddle,
green stones sinking slow
like they'd had enough.
I stood under the overhang
dripping. Everyone sprinted past
like the rain was personal.
I've said I love rain
my whole life. I don't.
I love the word for it.
The real thing smells like wet dog
and costs me socks.