The neighbor’s Honda
by thirdshiftlina
· 12/03/2026
Published 12/03/2026 19:04
The neighbor’s Honda
backed out of the drive
and vanished before the brake lights
could even turn the corner red.
The world has been edited down
to the three steps of my porch
and the wet smell of the cedar.
On the screen door,
the mesh is holding a thousand
tiny glass beads,
a cold sweat trapped
between the house
and the nothing outside.