Define the
habitat.
Tri-
angular,
rough
isosceles,
apex
the workplace
&
one corner
the
lunchtime
coffee
shop. At
the other is the
last
bookstore
left
in the town.
I
seem to be its
only customer.
We're
an end-
angered species,
the both of us.
Meanwhile, in the message parlor
The prospectus promises relief from
painful interactions. Doesn't guarantee
it though. Night lights make no sense
during the day. Even if there weren't
tree branches obscuring the walkways
she still couldn't see to read by. It's the
small print that trips you up, every time.
Nadja
Active in left-wing
politics, she was the
bright star with
the cool surface, a
fantastic liar who
spoke the language
of the gypsies.
the horses are out eating hay / that someone has brought them
"It cost twenty-four dollars to
buy Manhattan," she said,
rolling her eyes. "The convergence
of homelessness & coronavirus
made it seem like a high price
to pay at the time, but, oh, the
royalties that have flowed from
it since." The accompanying GIF
gives details when moused over
but becomes boring after just a
couple of repetitions. & a music
track full of static doesn't help.