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Story

Story

28/Northampton, MA I am that house/ / the white one rubbed grey/ / paint peeled away/ / sighing at the crossroads

house shape box door body sea room remember woodworker things lost hands cold eyes footsteps night familiar moment great seat humming life warm holes touch fields face hour boxes dies table mouth small people full tracks cab beat slow laughing meets feel breath horizon human keep belly soft day braced brown arcane exist wait shadowed mind cat steps fingers brick witching flight inside long left weight time hard recurring travels goodbye furious relaxing bending throat missingness glitter running shirt falls bodies lament tongue walls poke hail grey removing spaces pass heavy promises sure blur sit crammed furniture cave smells frantic colt system obscurity difference fingertips key melancholy will lights hammers handle bouncy grating family water neighbors grates connect shouts deeper fog waiting dark place ricochet driver follow matter earth paint bumping chest blue town purring echoes memory sleeves days lies settles ago drops obscurely vast claustrophobic canceled head feelings demolisher