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Got News, Part 6

You railed against things. “Useless, useless.”  You did your own burning while I was away. You announced you’d got rid of decades, all the paperwork I’d once hoped to see. I said nothing. what was there to say. Your opinion never asked for mine.
When I say that in Times New Roman, it seems more final than it is. More confident than I am. When I say it in Cochin I just look unsure. Helvetica is just wrong. So I go for a another walk instead.
following the crow our shadows inside the forest’s

from "fossil feathers" (raises her)

raises her fingers to his forehead as if soothing away a bruise
leaves them there a surprise of skin
Claudia Coutu Radmore