Signals

Elevator mirrors showed a crowd of just me.

Autocorrect turned my text into poetry; I kept it.

Sky looked like a browser with too many blue tabs open.

My reflection blinked first during a staring contest.

Coffee foam drew a heart and meant it.

Late night fridge glow looked like a portal to simpler times.

The moon looked heavy tonight; I hoped someone offered it a seat.

I scrolled until my thumb forgot intention.

Fork clinked against an echo at the other place setting.

The news stacked on my chest like unread bricks.