"I'm only attracted
to
you", he replies. "Like,
you
only."
The bird dives
back
into
the
tree. It shakes, some
leaves
fall.
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.
