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- LITTLE BIRD LITTLE BIRD FLY THROUGH MY WINDOW LITTLE BIRD LITTLE BIRD FLY THROUGH MY WINDOW LITTLE BIRD LITTLE BIRD FLY THROUGH MY WINDOW FLY MY ASSET CANDY
- WHAT IS ASSET CANDY
- WHO KNOWS
- THE DOCKS ARE CLOSER TO THE WATER THAN EVER BEFORE
- YELLOW-WHITE SALT CRUSTS ON THEM IN THE PULSING SUNLIGHT
- THEY CREAK UNDER THE WEIGHT OF THE BOATS AGAINST THEM
- THE VESSELS ARE BRIGHTLY PLASTIC
- THEY ARE LIGHT, THEY ARE BUOYANT, THEY ARE HOME TO A MULTITUDE OF SEA FARING FOWL
- THE NEAREST BOAT IS CALLED ‘THE SCHWINDY’
- THE BOTTOM OF A TWO PIECE SWIM SUIT CLINGS STIFFLY TO A RED SIDE-RAIL.
- THE TOP FLOATS IN THE STAGNANT WATER
- WORRYING THAT IT IS NOT MOVING LIKE IT SHOULD
- IT SHUDDERS IN ROILING LITTLE WAVES
- IT RISES GRADUALLY AND CONTINUOUSLY
- IT SMELLS OF DEAD AND DYING FISH
- CHUNKS OF POROUS CORAL FLOAT IN THE GENTLE SWELLS
- THE BOAT BUMPS AFFECTIONATELY AGAINST THE DOCK
- A BOY SHIFTS AGAINST THE BOARDS.
- HIS BACK IS RED AND PEELING WITH SUNLIGHT.
- HIS HAIR IS BLEACHED SANDY BLONDE
- HIS EYES ARE CLOSED
- CRUSTED LIKE A KITTENS
- HIS LONG BLACK TONGUE FLICKS OUT, DRIPPING, AND COAXES THEM OPEN.
- IT IS DUSK.
- THE SUN IS UP BUT THE TREES CAN TELL
- THE GRASS IS TURNING IT’S MANY HEADS TOWARD THE MOONLIGHT
- MASSIVE ROOT NETWORKS CREAK AND MOAN BROKENLY
- AS IF THIS MOVEMENT IS SOMEHOW UNFAMILIAR. THE BOY SHIFTS AGAIN, THIS TIME WINCING.
- HE IS NAKED EXCEPT FOR A RED LOIN CLOTH.
- THE WAY THAT IT HOOKS AROUND HIM IS INFANTILE, AN IMPRESSION COMBATTED BY HIS INTENSE THINNESS.
- THE LAST TIME HE LOOKED AT HIMSELF, HE WAS NOT THIS WAY. HE WONDERS WHERE HIS PADDING HAS GONE. HE PINCHES CRACKLING SKIN BETWEEN TWO LONG NAILS.
- IT BREAKS. HE BLEEDS SLOWLY.
- THE BOY’S HEAD TILTS BACK IN A WAY THAT STRETCHES THE MUSCLES OF HIS NECK. HE WISHES THAT HIS ENTIRE BODY COULD FEEL JUST LIKE THAT.
- BEHIND HIM HE FEELS THE ROOTS OF THE GRASSES BEGIN TO BREAK IN PLACES.
- HE WONDERS WHEN IT WAS LAST NIGHT.
- THE SEA WHISTLES AT HIM PLAYFULLY AS THE SUN BEGINS TO SINK TO THE HORIZON.
- A WAVE APPROACHES FROM FAR AWAY, BUT IT LOOKS SMALL, NON THREATENING.
- IT CARRIES A GREAT DEAL OF FOAM AND A SMALL BLUE RAFT THAT IS SURROUNDED BY GLEAMING TIN CANS.
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