An invitation,
slightly damp.
You found this drawer ajar. Inside: a folded note, ink bled into the corner, the postmark unreadable.
A butterfly that
forgot its wings.
Pinned, but only just. The dust around it is suspiciously rectangular.
« we are still here »
The signal is intermittent. The signal has always been intermittent.
"The honeycomb knows your name. It is too polite to mention it."
A pressed flower
that pulses.
Roughly heart-shaped. Roughly heart-paced. We have stopped checking it after dark.
"What has six sides, eight memories, and a pulse you can almost hear?"
someone waving
from a window.
The window is in a building we cannot find. The wave is older than the building.
A drawer that
opens itself.
It only does this when no one is watching. We have watched it for nine years.
a transmission
from elsewhere.
Three taps, then nothing, then three taps again. Always at the same hour. Never the same hour twice.
"Some specimens object to being labelled.
We have learned to listen."
Linger,
and you will be
remembered.
The drawer closes itself when you leave. It will be open again when you return.
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