Time Zones
Three hours difference. Too early, then, to tell you about the fog here off the lake, the dew glowering in the grass, and other words for sodden. We have been sending text messages but they arrive randomly and sometimes not at all. Now I only send notes if I don't care if they arrive. The air is crisp here. The wrong things are clear.
Later, I will know that there are sounds for this time: the shucking of peach from pit, crunch of apple flesh bit from apple flesh. You don't have to explain, I know. Things often go further than you'd expect. The stairs end in the dark, the last step often air. We want so little. We want so much.
Later, I will know that there are sounds for this time: the shucking of peach from pit, crunch of apple flesh bit from apple flesh. You don't have to explain, I know. Things often go further than you'd expect. The stairs end in the dark, the last step often air. We want so little. We want so much.


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