Thread

Plastic buttons melt from the heat
of the dryer and catch fire which
burns through the circular glass window.
In the confusion surrounding it
fleeing customers knock over
a mop bucket, flooding the
tile floor with water that was
dragged through the dirt.
Two scavengers pass a cigarette
back and forth on the train tracks,
and watch the whole building go
up in flames. They laugh under
their breath at all the people who are
a step ahead of them and how they’ll now
know what it’s like to be short on thread,
in a world that gets colder every day.

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