The yellow borders are fused

by teomir · 22/01/2026
Published 22/01/2026 17:59

The yellow borders are fused

to the concrete floor by the drain.

I was looking for the tires

for my brother’s old sedan

and found a stack of magazines

instead.


The bottom of the box for '09 taxes

has a gray fuzz on the cardboard,

like the basement is trying to eat

the years we actually made some money

and didn't owe anyone a thing.

#family responsibility #financial anxiety #nostalgia #urban decay #working class fatigue

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