Help me with this barricade. A spectre's haunting Albert Street. I am your pamphleteer. Ralph Chaplin, Solidarity Forever, 1916. This A Fire Door Never Leave Open Headlights race towards the corner of the dining room.
Half illuminate a face before they disappear.
You breathe in forty years of failing to describe a feeling. I breathe out smoke against the window, trace the letters in your name. All straight lines circle sometime. Somewhere sympathy is more than just a way of leaving. Someone's making plans to stay.