notte
eight. eight dogs at the bottom of the earth. strong, sleek and loyal. now i can go there, if i'm lucky. it was my dream, and to some extent it still is. a beautiful, white wasteland, underneath the bright blue sky and the cold waters.
can't change it, it's there
appears somewhere when you're between
five and seven
the surface of my arm
the back of her neck
the curve of his ear
can't change anything