sitting in the sun in a park
smoke over the tails
two heights / leaning into one another / a coffee / a life
the smoke starts very white and for an instant it is covering them
but the layer changes quickly \ the hatching takes over \ the hatching is dense but it's more the shadows and the water layer that is almost indistinguishable from the sticks
extinguished by the smoke
because the smoke comes in phases / when it's least expected / at the end / when its forgotten / because otherwise they would be too high / or i would be
it's a layer
and the path is also a layer
her voice sounded exactly the same. the way she said, "yeah, really"
it's a romance / but less so now
"hmm nice background. now you don't need a background"
the way she's holding her phone / the balance / it's a romance
out to the world instead of in toward the face
a face turned out
outside. outside facing?
thank you for sharing this bench. thank you for sharing this life
a disposition. an anxiety light