observed in the back of a comic book.
Days passed slowly like they were stuck in glue,
a bike chained to a leaking pipe,
Weeds escaped through concrete.
The rattling bones
of skeletons in closets
ghosts under the bed
books he’d already read.
the letter box opened.
A brown parcel
tied with string,
postage stamps and ink.
His hands carefully unstrung
the string and the paper fell open…
if he had already had X-Ray specs he would of known
that the package was empty.