False Signs

By: Laura Thompson

On days like this every little thing

Feels like a sign.

The coffee is cold,

The room is warm,

The bed is empty.

Sometimes I think I misinterpret things on purpose

In order to keep myself feeling alone.

When really the world is so much bigger than me

And the coffee is cold because I left it there for too long

Not because the universe said it should be. 


A version of this originally appeared in “Comfort” The Teller November 2019 Issue #8

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