in a post. I want to be remembered
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
hiding from the rain
no longer writing in the third person
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever