Illustration by Cecilia Castelli
Every few months a cloud descends
or maybe it’s a wall that ascends
a curtain that dropped
that one missing sock.
The laundry left in the machine
the dishwasher loaded but not turned on
the playlist on shuffle but never playing a song
your head in the pan
your heart on a plate
but who it’s in front of already ate.
The point got past
miles back
or was it metres
the point is
was
remains
could be
it’s hazy.