i saw that hater girl who's been harassing me all these leashless years. she was behind me and mister who was dawdling on lawns. she was stopped, or stopped when i looked back, standing on the verger, then she jogged a bit, crossed the walk, passed us, zig-zagging one side to the other, walking on the side walk, jogging the verger, and i thought of her along with the girl who dances with trees, who i haven't seen in a while, and i thought, how nice if her hate hath subsided into benign eccentricity.

post dat. on my way to the liberry i cut through the park and exiting saw the girl who dances with trees on her bike and we shared a rolling smile. sometimes i feel like people know the story.