and still the light came in the sink was full the fruit had flies and the cat didn’t come back but the sky outside was orange like it wanted to be forgiven

i sat by the window barefoot, bitter waiting for the coffee to cool or for something to make sense whichever came first

a girl passed in a red coat too bright for a wednesday and i thought about love not the kind they sell you but the kind that smells like sweat and old sheets and stays in your mouth even after she leaves

the news said something about war or the economy or maybe the end of something but the sun kept dragging itself across the buildings like it hadn’t heard

i lit a cigarette i didn’t want because hands need to do something when the heart is too quiet and the world too loud there’s beauty in it sure

but it’s the kind that leaves a mark like a kiss you didn’t ask for like a poem written in grease on a diner napkin

i watched the day rot and didn’t cry just let it just sat there with the orange leaking in and the cat still gone and the world still

somehow turning