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.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

hiding from the rain


There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

"Put a blanket."