Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Thank you, Jack
Can I see
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
it is hopeful
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
isaac newton
its performative
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people