Caught the smoke from an old man's chimney. I swear it was red with quiet death. Would you recognize me if i said, "hello. how are you? I've missed you. i hope you're doing okay. there are all these stories which we haven't shared."
How can you know everything around you? Where all bodies lie? (in a bed or in the ground)
Standing, where i'd stand, again. Remembering that I am the rabbit hiding under the shed, painting the bare snow with soft pads.