"And here I am transporting you to the outskirts of my life--an unwanted animal.
And there, I am holding us over the fire--treat or captive. And once,
you wandered indoors, the palace grounds your playground, the button that made
the gates open and close warmed to your touch and the passersby looked up
at the windows glowing with glowing and kept walking. And now, I place you
there, in the scene with the extras, and I draw a bath, a small boy and girl stick-figured and holding a withered-balloon, a conclusion, the blinds, and (is it your) shadow there
where I thought I would never place it, flickering a little, but from this distance, it's terribly hard to say."
A. Montreal, from After Alls