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Who Cares About Aperture She may be a lover, may not. It's like walking into a church. Who cares about aperture, about crawlspace? I sat on the front steps with my arms turned up. Such a small bird with such a long beak. As if that wasn't my life behind me, inside that house. As if those logs were something other than trees. The thing is, he kept saying, in the summer all you want to do is fish. She may be a lover, may not. It's like walking into a church. I sat on the front steps with my arms turned up. Who cares about aperture, about crawlspace? As if that wasn't my life. Such a small bird with such a long beak. Behind me, inside that house. The thing is, he kept saying, in the summer all you want to do is fish. As if those logs were something other than trees. She may be a lover, may not. It's like walking into a church. Inside that house. Who cares about aperture, about crawlspace? Such a small bird with such a long beak. The thing is, he kept saying, in the summer all you want to do is fish. When it's this windy doesn't it seem impossible to grow old? 17 ...

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