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Small Weather · Ch. 3 - Part Three: Nights

Kitchen, eleven The last light in the house is the fridge, opened for nothing, closed again. A glass of water taken up the stairs like a small lamp against tomorrow. The child's room Here the weather is breathing. In, an…

Small Weather · Ch. 1 - Part One: Mornings

Kitchen, seven The kettle makes its small front coming in. Steam on the window, then the window, then the street. Somebody's coat is on the chair from yesterday, holding the shape of a person who has already left. I stan…

Small Weather · Ch. 2 - Part Two: Afternoons

Stairwell, February Light comes down the stairs at four the way it comes down the stairs in February, as if it had been asked to and would rather not, touching each step once and moving on. I sit on the seventh step, whi…