A POEM by MEGAN WILLIAMS
Early October / Lonely Tuesday
from Twentysomething, out with Bullshit on December 5, 2025Cold morning. Burnt tongue. Dead sparrow wedged between two trash cans. Does a bird know when it is dying? Entire conversations come, go, no memory of their meat. Sitting alone under the office emergency-lights. Coworkers leave together, voices floating up three flights of stairs, flatlining at my feet. I am forgetting how to talk. On the walk home, eyes closed: fantasy me glitters, entrances, captivates. She sips vodka sodas & smiles so pretty & always knows what to say. I beg my body to just fall asleep & my body begs back go bury the bird—
Megan Williams is a writer in Pittsburgh, PA. She is the author of “Window Person,” published with Sybil Lit. You can find her online @megannn_lynne.