A Morning Story
Brief glances are stories without endings.
He tosses the knife in the trash at the train station
so casually
just like a dozen others
toss out their coffee cups or used tissues
he disposes of this object in a place so decrepit
the trains can barely move for more than a day
before the tracks fail
and things start to break
the cameras are too old
giving fuzzy, black and white feeds
to a guard stifling a yawn
and fielding pointless questions
of "why won't my card work?" and
"I'm two cents too short, can you let me through?"
the knife sits in the trash
buried by others' useless items
but it begs the question
as all the commuters walk along
why dispose of a seemingly fine blade
in a place where everyone walks away?
I wonder, but like the others,
I have to catch my transfer
"And it could be nothing,"
I tell myself
since I'll never have an answer
or the bravery to ask
About the Creator
Leigh Fisher
I'm a writer, bookworm, sci-fi space cadet, and coffee+tea fanatic living in Brooklyn. I have an MS in Integrated Design & Media (go figure) and I'm working on my MFA in Fiction at NYU. I share poetry on Instagram as @SleeplessAuthoress.
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