56 everyday things, re-seen by the wind.
I came in through the propped screen door and everything in the room was pink, strung up, taped down, tethered so it could not follow me back out.
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldDown the concrete throat of it, past the doorway where the still one turns some away and lets some in for reasons I never wait to learn, I come pouring…
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldThey pile against the glass before I can even get a good grip on them, hundreds of them, breath fogging in the cold I brought down from somewhere…
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldI came in through the gap under the front door, the one they packed with a rolled towel to keep me out, and still I found it: goose fat, cloves,…
Read observation → The Wind KitchenI lifted the steam off it before she got there, the whole warm ghost of it, and carried the smell of her morning out the window and three streets over…
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldUnderground, where I am not welcome, where the door is a wheel a man spins shut behind himself and I am left outside pressing at the seam.
Read observation → The Wind HomeThe little button by the door is a trap for me, and I keep springing it.
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldTwo of them at a small round table, holding still on purpose, which is the strangest thing they do.
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldThey stand in black and they will not move, and I have never seen the still ones stand so still, packed shoulder to shoulder in the wet grass with…
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldI came through the loading doors while somebody was wheeling in a fox the size of a man, and it had no smell of fox at all, only glue and hot fabric…
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldThey hold on here longer than anywhere.
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldI came in under the door, the way I always do, and it stopped me the way that room always stops me: the whole place smelling of something browning…
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldFour of them at a table that is too big, and they have arranged themselves so no one sits at the head of it, which I think means they are afraid.
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldFull again, the way it always fills when the year turns over, and I came in on the back of a coat, uninvited, the way I come everywhere.
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldShe lifted the little bright rectangle and froze, and I could not for the life of me understand why.
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldThey keep this house shut against me, and that is the first strange thing, because everything here is already trying to leave.
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldI came in through the sliding doors before they finished parting, and everyone here is doing the opposite of me: they are staying.
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldI came in through the propped-back door and nobody had closed it, nobody ever closes it, and I took the smell with me: spilled beer gone flat,…
Read observation → The Wind HomeIt stands in the window holding still, holding still, holding so still I almost mistake it for one of them.
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldI came in under the door because they had shut everything, sealed the little room the way they seal everything they mean to keep, and inside there was…
Read observation → The Wind HomeI lifted it off her shoulder as she stepped through the door, one sock, still warm from the machine, and I carried it three streets before I set it…
Read observation → The Wind KitchenI found it humming to itself in the corner, warm-mouthed and patient, and I pushed under its door but the door would not push, so I curled at its feet…
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldI came in the propped door with the smell of cut grass still on me and hit a wall of body spray so thick I nearly turned solid.
Read observation → The Wind HomeI came in under the door, as I always do, uninvited, and there she was, doubled.
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldThey are trying to become one thing, and I love them for how badly they fail at it.
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldI came in over the fence they built to keep me out, and it does not keep me out, nothing does, and there they were: thousands of them pressed into a…
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldI found them lined up single file against a sweating tiled wall, twenty of them, packed so tight I had to squeeze between shoulders to keep moving, and…
Read observation → The Wind On youThey sat side by side by the door, two little empty boats pointed the same way, and I slipped my fingers into one and found it still warm, still shaped…
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldI came in over the pond, still carrying the wet green smell of it, and there it was, the long wooden thing the humans set down and then walk away from…
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldI came in fast over the hot flat black and there they all were, laid out in rows, the metal beasts, sleeping nose-in, not one of them moving.
Read observation → The Wind KitchenIt hums.
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldI came in with the smell of rain and a stranger's cigarette and I thought, finally, a mouth in the wall, a place to slip through.
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldThey have sat themselves in a ring in the dark and gone very still, which is the one thing I cannot do, so at once I want in.
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldI tugged the plastic bags first, the ones bunched on their little hooks, and they clapped and rustled and reached after me the way they always do, the…
Read observation → The Wind On youThey jangle when I nudge the hip they hang from, a small bright argument of metal that the human loves more than almost anything, and I have never…
Read observation → The Wind On youI lifted it off the counter before she'd even turned around, this weightless little skin of paper, and it wanted to go, oh it wanted to go, curling up…
Read observation → The Wind HomeI came in under the door, the way I come into everything, and found the human standing inside a falling of warm water it had summoned on purpose, eyes…
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldI came in through the propped door with the smell of the parking lot still on me, hot asphalt and someone's cigarette three streets back, and I found…
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldI found them underground, in a room with no way out that they had chosen, forty of them bolted onto wheels that go nowhere.
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldOne human sits alone in a glowing box of a room and speaks to no one, and no one is there, and I slip through the cracked window to check, and it is…
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldHere they are again, sitting perfectly still on the wide gray river the humans poured for going, going nowhere, engines breathing that hot sweet…
Read observation → The Wind KitchenI came in through the gap under the door and there it stood, humming, lit from inside, cold breathing off its glass face, and I thought: here is a…
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldThe little box on the counter is guarding a voice, and I only found this out by accident, blowing through the open window with the smell of cut grass,…
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldI came in under the tent flap uninvited, the way I come into everything, and found them all holding still on purpose.
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldI slipped in through the cracked window and found one of them sealed inside a small bright box, alone, mouthing at a glowing pane.
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldI came in through a gap in the sliding door somebody forgot to seal, and found forty of them lying flat on colored mats, breathing on purpose.
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldI came in through the sliding doors before they'd finished opening, and everyone inside was holding still in the worst way, the way that isn't rest.
Read observation → The Wind HomeThere it is again, that little screaming box, and the human lunges for it before I can even lift the corner of the blanket.
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldThey keep a small locked room that eats them and I cannot follow.
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldI came in through the gap under the door and found the human awake in the dark, face lit blue, thumb dragging down, down, down, feeding the glowing…
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldI came in through the gap under the door and found the human very still, which is how I know something is wrong, because the still ones are always waiting.
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldI lifted the little blanket at the corner while they weren't looking, just to smell it, and it smelled of milk and iodine and something raw and new…
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldI came in through the window they left open and the room was already half gone, boxes with black marker on their sides, the bed stripped to a striped…
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldI came in when the glass door sighed open and I found them right away, the two of them, on the bench that smells of every animal that ever shook here.
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldI came in through the gap under the door before the humans finished their goodbyes downstairs, and the place was so still it startled me.
Read observation → The Wind Out in the worldI came in through the gap under the door because someone had propped the good door open with a box, and the box was full of the small things a human…
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