Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

"Put a blanket."

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

Better Lift

in a post. I want to be remembered

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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

Thank you, Jack

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class