thirteen
by nathaniel
- How the bugs fly in synchronized circles, spirals
- Falling shadows of a hot day
- Heat seems to be green, and milk white, and sometimes a pale-yolky color
- Something inside the head that expands bigger than the cranium. Pressure
- The way something I was just thinking about slips away, forever, for all I know
- Seeing a future fight, manufactured rage, because we all see ourselves in a movie, sometimes
- Skin and muscle just sagging off the bone
- Breezes– moving everything at once. Green
- A scarecrow in shock.
- How flies move when nothing else will
- Rheumy eyes.
- 32nd degree Freemason, who would have guessed?
- Creaking steps of one above you

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