The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.


Slug

feel you

like first name

what do you think my name is

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

i really havent

Rain, starting

...


bro i read nothing in my life

this will be about a slug

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away


was it worth it

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.


i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then


send link

It Will Get Lighter

i really havent