MEET THE RESIDENT ↘
He picked it up.
Then forgot
to put it down.
✳
Nobody remembers what he was reaching for. A loose thought. Something shiny. Maybe the last biscuit.
By the time anyone asked, his hand had become crystal. He seemed comfortable with the arrangement.
The yellow sleeve is his good sleeve.
Every day is a good-sleeve day.
FOUND IN HIS POCKET
“I’ll keep this.”
NO DATE. NO FURTHER EXPLANATION.