Posts Tagged ‘slanting pencils of sunlight’

I’ve started clocking strangers before I notice friends. I tell you about this project, then feel regret. It’s hard to speak to someone if they think they could have any face and be anyone. You’re livelier than the rest of us and tell a better story. We’re an even number and we refer to each other in abbreviations. I explain what I do. I hear the warning in my own words. And so I will write of you like this and of the monkey on a string, slanting pencils of light, the cold evening, specks of dust in the air.

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