some assembly required of this. what you said, a doorway, your foot turning on its toes, the feel of my hand along your arm, a bulb of dried paint, an uneven blind, the biting of your lip.
some of this needs to be put together. frozen icicles sharp, dust racing the floor, my breathing, the small of your back, stuck door jamb, loose moldings, saying ‘please’ too quickly, too soon.

here is something interesting too: the idea of telling something in complete scattershot, almost kaleidoscope, the idea being that the mundane details of the room add to whatever is happening to these two people, where it looks like one of them is leaving the other and the other wants them to stay. so the ‘assembly required’ is both the narrative and them, obviously.