Wednesday Evening

The smell of the workweek is fried fish —
on the verge of burning
and flaccid green beans —
pushed to their limits.

The sound is of arguing & stomping —
the clinking of dishes
the television sparks —
a war in Tel Aviv

The setting off of lawn sprinklers
The smell of moisture on concrete

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