shadows. here is mine - here is yours. from our soles, each footfall followed. never hand in hand beneath the ceiling, rising, twinning at the window - swallowed at the closing door.
shadows
Tag: the diligence of tailors
note to self.
she hands me a book and i say, i will return this someday (it's a line that people often phrase). i know that i won't, but i will lift her from the margin and the page and return the gift in different ways. i barely recall the tale's name but her hand, her footnotes, her annotation … Continue reading note to self.
taken in
producing, from a tote bag, a battered pack of playing cards, placing it between her teeth, she began to speak while constructing a smoke. i made neither head nor tail of what she said (her words, hidden as they were within that deck), but, like the best of mime or close hand magic, it … Continue reading taken in
