05.10.22 - 2:23 p.m.

the morning spent chasing escaped fowl as they nipped at my toes, hissing, backing ever closer to the gate. the year has closed and the screen door stutters against its jamb, letting sneaking in, leaving no room for hesitation lest your long neck get caught. go now or don’t but I’m here to pull the looped wire, to listen for the fitted thunk that says better luck next time.