It's Still Life

Inside Himself

He’s happy. The Lego piece fits. That piece, which sat waiting, abandoned at the corner of the table in that space which bears his invisible question mark, well that piece now fits into the whole of it. And then, Oh man! he says, as a small red block with one nipple falls off, and he pushes it aside into the question mark corner. I offer to make him a cup of tea because it’s true that tea fixes everything. I’m sure that Mrs Boris is doing the same for her fibbing piece of shit husband today.

He’s making a car
There’s no fuel required
Just rain soured sky

For Haibun Wednesday at Go Dog Go. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter