much more tactility
abrar?
ahnaf abrar
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
I am below everything.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
not their contents
"Put a blanket."
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.you cannot feed someone truth
i really havent
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc....
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away