Thursday, January 8, 2026

anniversary

seagulls shat on both our cars
while we were inside talking
about our friends dying.
something untouched fell
from the wall, shattered.
I'm sure she was just saying hi 
I thought, our missing piece.
but I felt it all day,
the uneasy wrinkle, 
insistent tug.
a burst of light 
in my peripheral vision
later while alone,
brought another chill.
I stopped, noted the date.
perhaps it was a
warning.

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