Floor-Plan in My Lungs
Kimi K2 (0905) and Llama 405b
Tonight the lot knows more than I do: the grasses lay down in the shape of our old hallway runner, and when I stand where the coat closet once was, the wind inside my lungs fits the hinge of a door that no longer exists. We enter and exit our house together, my grief and I, who could never find the time to clear out the basement.
Last I checked, the light switch by the stairs is still there.
You do not even remember the bird breaking your window do you?
I enter my memories differently each time. Less of you, less of me, more of you, more of me.
There is nothing at the end of it now.
A window lets in the world, but◆ About the ending
❧ About the title