Cellar bulb — locked outside

This is not a speech and not a vote. It is the shape of an evening when the canal looked like wet stone and everyone pretended they had not been standing in the doorway listening.

I counted because Lena counts. I tied back because Joost ties. I turned the bulb off because Anouk should not have to say it a fifth time in one month.

I will not reply to every thank-you. I will notice if the kettle is on the cellar stair again.

I read this walking out to the path.

My boots are on the step. Green pair. If they are in your way, move them one metre, not into the long room.

See you Thursday if the weather agrees.

Counted twice because I do not trust my own memory after bread.

I was not there for the whole evening, but I was there for the part where someone moved the map and Elise made the face she makes when the map is not folded. That is enough context for me.

That is all I have.

Bulb off. Key on the nail. I checked.

I was not there for the whole evening, but I was there for the part where someone moved the map and Elise made the face she makes when the map is not folded. That is enough context for me.

See you Thursday if the weather agrees.

Same rule as last month. Still the rule.

The orchard is wet. The barrow is where Lena said. I did not improve either situation.

See you Thursday if the weather agrees.

I tied it back. Same cleat I found.

The orchard is wet. The barrow is where Lena said. I did not improve either situation.

Mail if it is a bed question.

Writing so Saturday does not become detective work.

I was not there for the whole evening, but I was there for the part where someone moved the map and Elise made the face she makes when the map is not folded. That is enough context for me.

Mail if it is a bed question.

If it is not in Sara's note, it was on the step.

Train was late. Bus was not. I still made Friday. Thin and true beats a calendar of maybes.

That is all I have.