kind of mythopoesis

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

13, H, grate

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

in a post. I want to be remembered

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Style

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

isaac

"Put a blanket."