please whisper to the plants for me while i'm away, they'll whisper back and then none of you will be lonely. i'm afraid you've got to start it though, as they might not notice i've left. only you will. only you notice the frequency of doors shutting, the opening and closing of your window eyelids, the back and forth of socked feet across the cradling arms of your floors, the chorus sounds of voice bells ricocheting between your loving walls.
i'll be right back, sooner than soon--just-- i have to go see about a boy.