She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
all that is to say
in a post. I want to be remembered
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
I am below everything.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
yes
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"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.