Megan Casella Roth is a poet and writer living in Miami, Florida. Her cat’s name is Jada. Her work has appeared in Opium, elimae, and NANO Fiction. She lives at mrothillustration.com.
There was a man made of broken watches. His hands remained still but the illusion of movement was crafted by numbers. Nine thousand dead watches can’t help but see. It was the luggage of broken time that made him careful. He moved like a sleeping fly on a dashboard, a plea or a loose reel of film. He swam like a whale through space. His name was a level of pH.