It Will Get Lighter

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.