Endless relax by the sea
Curly girly =^•^=
She asked if I am still drawing birds. “Still?”
She was entirely pale. White white hair and barely there. Her hands looked a little dry and I touched my fingertip to the water, not tasting nor offering. I thought of the fur on her belly and the tink of her touching teeth and I found it difficult to answer the question. I’m not sure if I am still drawing birds or just not not drawing them. It seems much more like grammar or coal and we know those things without always having it in us to say how or why, and so mostly we big slow blinked and I said still we are still.