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Joint custody

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it’s been long enough. I watch your chair for unauthorized activity, wait for the light to change, for the wall to dissolve in hot flowers, for the wind to weave another day of movement, laundry comes out of the dryer dirtier than it went in and I will make my own holidays. the funeral baked meats and someone’s marriage table

night crawls out of the window and over the floor. you blink at me again from under the moving grasses, from the place where the curtains hid in burning leaves and it’s been long enough. there is a place here I don’t fit, and I am holding the match

from Max Richter-On The Nature Of Daylight (entropy)