he shaved his face

a little too close today.

nicked his chin

and bled a little.

stopped it with a pinch of toilet paper

before the blood ever had time to run.

somewhere outside

someone shredded their yard into clumps.

they’d let it get too long,

while the days were too short.

a girl cries.

you’ll never get to know her name,

or anything about her really,

because that’s often how things go.

but she...