A laugh from outside the window
one floor down
light from a setting sun
cast onto a colorless room
grey and lighter grey
melts door handle into door
an exit never found
had it existed to begin with.
Situated at the edge of the earth, the end of time
there’s nothing to do but wait
for the curtain to be drawn,
blackness ticking off another day.
The ceiling is expanseless, like it fails to meet a corner,
yet surely there are walls
in this room
where “what comes next”
is eagerly forgotten.
Out of Time
Lucy Zhang 