Out of phase

[nonionay]

There's a spindly alder tree beside the second-story window I'm looking out of. I'm listening to some some soft Asian guitar music and thinking about my novel in a wonderfully cool and silent library. The tree's swaying, and it's so close, I feel like I'm swaying with it. Its paper-thin bark is peeling, and it looks like someone's wrapped intestines around the pale white trunk.

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[spencimusprime.livejournal.com]

I like the ending of that poem.