It was painful for too long. I don't feel related to anyone. Just people who've come by, more or less. Inside the house running water from the faucet. I keep thinking this is a drama, the clothes float up around our arms in the milky green pond.
Cars go by on the highway.
Grey rocks of the riverbed exposed to the sun going on months. Knocking sound on the other shore. Terminals are demands. Men shouting, a woman walks across the open floor before announcing herself. Rolling around on the marble.