I love how ants build nests taller than humans build their skyscrapers
I love how creases of pants remind of nature’s constant fluidity
I love how the well worn door knob feels cold, but smooth against my palm
I love the clinking of its latch as it calls out do not enter
I love the stinging icy wind that spins off fan blades in the winter
I love the crackling sound of vinyl as needles bounce Holiday like a printer
I love the way red wine and cigarettes pepper the air like peaceful solitude
I love the spark of reminiscence while adding honey to my tea
I love the networked trees
I love everything
that isn’t me
