There will be twelve single birds. only twelve. Douglas is the tenth bird in this collection.

You are supposed to be a list. You are not flour though. You are beneath a draft. Your edge is gone. You are a habit. You are not a number. You will be here, getting home. You might look at them again. You laugh at lines, often. You have no place to go. You have a name. You like the margin, yes. You are. You are. You are still, because. You have light. You like them..

Douglas.