Inventory of a Used-To-Be
by faintnaomi
· 09/01/2026
Published 09/01/2026 11:45
The pocket of the coat was deep.
I found a secret I couldn't keep.
A yellow scrap of paper torn,
all jagged, soft, and travel-worn.
The soy milk and the heavy cream.
The ink is like a leaking seam.
The rain has made the blue letters wide.
There's nowhere left for us to hide.