Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
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.Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."