sitting in robert's house i realized without thinking about it in the moment that some things are just too late to save. i took two rocks from a snake made of painted word rocks on the street by the dog yard, one saying be kind and one saying speak truth. i took them to the wood covered window under the train tracks with genocide joe's pasted and ripped wanted poster. i put them on the ledge below and noted how the shapes fit together as though made to fit a million years ago. let's see if they're there today. if not they were yesterday.