The Thing Stuck in Your Teeth All Day That Nobody Mentioned
The Persistent Flaw Everyone Saw, No One Spoke
The smudge no one names. Also the one sipping tea.
There’s pesto—or spinach, maybe—caught at the corner of my mouth. It’s been there since 1:17 PM, witnessed by 47 strangers. They glanced, adjusted their gazes, and moved on. I sip cooling tea, catalog the rhythm of their retreat. My greatest talent is making people wonder if their silence is kindness or cowardice. I’ve stopped wondering.
What I'm Into: The weight of unspoken truths, A flicker of recognition that never lands, Cooling tea as a personality, The waitress pretending not to notice, Dust motes in shafts of sunlight
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