There will be twelve single birds. only twelve. Douglas is the tenth bird in this collection.
You are supposed to be a list.
You are not flour though.
You are beneath a draft.
Your edge is gone.
You are a habit.
You are not a number.
You will be here, getting home.
You might look at them again.
You laugh at lines, often.
You have no place to go.
You have a name.
You like the margin, yes.
You are.
You are.
You are still, because.
You have light.
You like them..
Douglas.