It’s weird when
a chapter from your story
fits within a folder,
gets a case number,
like lines of a barcode,
forest of identifiers
that are menacing some nights
and just ink the next.
The proof was right there, in black and white. A single line on the statement made it clear that he had done it. The amount. The date. The description of the charge. She turned the page over, not believing it.
It’s weird when
a chapter from your story
fits within a folder,
gets a case number,
like lines of a barcode,
forest of identifiers
that are menacing some nights
and just ink the next.
The proof was right there, in black and white. A single line on the statement made it clear that he had done it. The amount. The date. The description of the charge. She turned the page over, not believing it.