Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
ion
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
no longer writing in the third person
it is hopeful
kind of mythopoesis
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
but i respect your search
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.