The Joint
by stubborn_would
· 19/04/2026
Published 19/04/2026 14:47
The side mirror caught me in a bad light.
I saw the skin where the bone makes a bend.
It’s gray and it’s rough and it’s tucked in tight,
like a road that is coming to an end.
I rested my arm on the table's grain.
The wood was as thirsty as skin.
My elbow is a map of a long kind of pain
where the winter is starting to settle in.