Synthetic
Published in
Jan 27, 2023
She always chose
Cotton over polyester
Not because
Of the style or cut
Of the garment
Only that it felt good
Against her skin.
He only ran
The old, P.O.S. car
When it was too cold
To walk downtown
Preferring the faint crunch
Of autumn leaves
Left unswept from November.
Such was the life they made
Between the light and buzzing
Of the holographic world
Where dog eats dog
Over the course of a busy work week,
Singing a song no one else could hear -
Under their breath
Vibrating deep in the chest.