that very well
Your first mister was your first monster.
elsewhere evening post
I knew she’d taken the receiver off the hook.
I hadn’t even suspected that she might have hung it on another, and tried to call someone else.
The original idea was to draw that jealous spark of yours and find her by the greenshifted light.
But she never wanted to be found. Not by me.
‘Even’ is in the Well
make me a promise you’ll never keep
and I’ll tell you a secret you will
ego is a terrible thing to waste
even still
evening down in back
Between these evening sessions looking for her, I went out to the bridge for the first time in years. The 'acoustic anomaly' is still there -- and nowhere else. I can't find any mention of it online, haven't heard anyone talk about it. Not that I would.
Standing there at a little after one, I couldn't see any pedestrians in either direction. Nor did I pass any, coming or going.
I heard around a dozen cars this time and saw most of them by their headlights, about two seconds before. I heard a few stereos, but couldn't make out any songs.
windowless – thirteen
you know
do you weigh the love with clothes?
I can’t force her to show herself. I’ve tried nothing else for weeks.
One last evening. Wish me well and check the mail.
