Things Found

A piece of rotten fruit. A folded orange collared shirt. A drop of blood on a blue bed spread. Folded magazines. Glossy smiles and sweet skin. Red walls and a bare room. The sheets are bunched in one corner of the room. The magazines in the other corner.

Things found.

Brown, swollen eyes and shaking hands. A busted lip and a label stuck between his lips. A thing he does not understand.

Something in the dark.

Down the hall from this room a man is crying. He smells of vodka, sick, and grief. He sits beside a man who takes the label from him. Takes it and makes it nothing.

Things of which to be careful.

But these things found are not as grave as you should believe. This is but a small page in a very long book.

Still this plastered man believes his life has finally come to a close. Watching his father die.