Drifting Away

From anything I thought I was going to have

Photo by Alf Redo on Unsplash.

I look out windows while the world cuts,

knives serrate

bloody meat, and the ice is long. It was once a lake. I tweeze

the stem of a glass and the flow butts

my lip.

I am gone after her, snow is falling, and she’s coming home but the world is upside

down so she is

gone.

The day has turned to dusk, hook holding a black coat,

and the sun is

inside it.

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Hey, I’m Roman. I’m working on my debut novel, 20xx, a work in magical realism. I write on Substack.