i can change

at three-thirty in the afternoon, the sun shines through my window and rests on my bed like this:

it’s nice to lie down in this warmth, to sleep or read a book or think about things that are making you feel sad. finnegan also likes to play here, especially if you are knitting a diamond.

several months ago, while we were waiting for a tram, charlie sofo told me about a song that was just like me; “it says all the wrong things, but it’s so good”. he sung me the chorus and later we danced to it in his loungeroom.

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