I Let a Homeless Man Stay One Night and Came Home to a Different Apartment

something closer to translucency, the feeling that the day has used more of you than you had available to give.

I put my key in the lock.

It turned smoothly.

I stood on the threshold for a moment, key still in hand, because the door had not done that in eight months. Then the smell reached me: lemon cleaner and something warm, something bread-adjacent,continue reading …