Rain, starting
Above and behind
a
window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and
I'm
playing with a fox.
It bites
my
wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
Can I see
It
Will Get Lighter
