“The song badly sung. The incomplete preparation. The careless remark. The unexpected and breathtaking disappointment, which we try to hide.” ~ Seon Joon
The rows of sausages looped like necklaces of marbled beads at the butcher’s.
The layer of fat congealed on the surface of stew.
The limp caused by gout.
The bare light bulb and its coated wire, suspended from the ceiling.
The fingers bloated with fluid, the morning after (not rounds of drinking, just soy sauce from last night’s Chinese takeout).
The letters on the mantel, addressed but still unsent.
The seeds that never sprouted in the flower pot.
The flammable heart, equipped with its miniature fire extinguisher in matching red.
In response to errata & corrigenda.