Wed, 30 September

remembered, not in order: the path forked green, a chain of switchbacks, I took the long way twice the rack was empty when I got there — somebody else's Tuesday, not mine half a sandwich, wrapper folded like an apology I didn't finish either the box unsealed at 3pm, screen still wearing its plastic skin a message drafted three times, sent once, regretted by 3:04 needle down, thread caught mid-word — some days you don't get to finish the sentence you started