acute / minute

Alayna Doyal
Mar 20, 2023
Photo by Syh on Unsplash

i glance at the calendar

magnetized to the refrigerator

as my hands hold onto the colander.

the boiling water i pour into the sink

spills onto my forearm and then i think

about how it all ended in a mere blink.

i stand still and time follows suit —

the pain of this should be acute,

but it pales in comparison to

losing you; it’s all minute.



Alayna Doyal

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