The vinyl seat is hot enough to fry

by teomir · 03/03/2026
Published 03/03/2026 11:47

The vinyl seat is hot enough to fry,

under a white and flat suburban sky.

I reach to pull the belt across my chest

and feel the nylon grate against the rest


of what is left of my unlucky skin.

The violet burn is wearing very thin,

dropping translucent flakes like shaved-off pine

across the lap of these old jeans of mine.

#aging #bodily pain #heat #physical decay #suburban life

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