by Opal Hart
· 15/01/2026
Published 15/01/2026 17:12
My knee made the sound of a dry branch
snapping under a boot.
I stood up and saw a shape in the glass—
thick shoulders, a heavy tilt of the head.
I didn't recognize the person
wearing my favorite sweater.
I looked at my hand.
The veins are branching out,
a blue map of a country
I haven't visited yet.
I’m just staying here for a while.
I hope I leave the keys under the mat.
#alienation #bodily change #identity #impermanence #transience
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that last line about the keys under the mat really got me.
The part about the veins looking like a map is cool.
thanks! it's a weird thing to notice about yourself but i'm glad that part stood out.
The knee sound description is definitely accurate.
sadly true. it’s getting louder every year lol.
I feel like i need a can of wd-40 most mornings.
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