Daily story, May 22, 2025

kaleidodazzle sawblade fades and there is time to get home before the pushing at the eyes, on the bus with strained nod like the pain has come already, tight face to say it’s not my fault i’m not more friendly. beep of the card reader scoops down into my stomach. engine heat scoops down further. sun swinging past the windows through my closed fingers to make more zigzag lines and i feel the push before the pushing, maybe too weak to get off at my stop. find me a dark spot in the bus depot, nest me in, bring me a sausage sandwich in the morning.