b: let's say everything we want to say then we'll say it in reverse.
peek through the front glass: widows are gathered around the table, stitching into their embroidery hoops, in time. the neighbourhood cats are all wearing bells. my pencil slides across the paper after the professor calls "time's up." i make steaming green tea & scald my lips, eat an orange with seasalt (this reminds me of ea). chimney smoke is curling up, up and obscuring the moon. its opaque glow seems a funnel falling right into your hearth: the charred wood, the embers.
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