

somethingi put a screw in the wood,something
i used a 1/8th socket something screamed as i went in and it wasn't the wood, the tree's fucking dead. i'm talking about the way
all these forces work against us. and labor is a consequence of pushing toward the center of something. like moving, a lot, but leaving behind the stuff you really want. there was a
sandwich, for instance, in a baggy, on the
counter. i forgot it, but i did know i was forgetting something.


the doora landslide, you said, i said i didn't give a fuck you're always too nice, and eventhe door
on days when nothing is right can we at least find time to just stare? i'm busy writing, you're a lazy wash-up this life i boring, you told me, yawning i looked up and said, you might as well be dead - because out that door all there
is is a forest - a dense collection of the
most wonderful things and to feel the cold air under one of those trees - as only a bird might do, to you, is more
than enough to stave off a yawn. you won't even open the door.
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