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Blackbody Curve

04/28/2026 14:58h
Stairs: a rushed flight down thirty-eight; French doors unlocked always. Always: a lie; an argument. Argument: two buck hunters circle a meadow’s edge. Edge: one of us outside bleeding. Bleeding: shards of glass; doors locked. Locked: carpet awash with blood. Blood: lift and drop; a sudden breeze. Breeze: its whistle through bone. Bone: the other was looking at — Bone: cradled to catch drips. Drips: quiet as a meadow fawn. Fawn: faces down each hunter each gun. Gun: again. Again: somebody call someone. Someone: almost always prefers forgetting. Forgetting: an argument; a lie. Lie: a meadow; a casement; a stair.