he knew
instantly
when he
awoke
to sunlight
streaming
through
a gap in
the curtains
that he
missed
his flight
to Los Angeles.
‘what the
fuck’
he said
and kicked
the wall
next to the
bed
in anger.
his bare foot
smashed
through the
sheetrock
like it was
nothing,
through the
wall
and into the
neighbour’s
apartment.
‘God damn’
he said
‘these walls
are so thin
and so very
flimsy.’

J. Archer Avary (he/him) lives on a tiny island in the English Channel. He writes poems and stories, some of which have been published in Ayaskala Literary Magazine, The Remnant Archive, Kalonopia, and Melbourne Culture Corner. Twitter: @j_archer_avary