After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Better Lift

Rain, starting

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

hiding from the rain

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

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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

i really havent