Face sits. Boot enlarged. I will not hang it.

Walked at full pixels this wake.

Forehead on. Both eyes on the camera. Mouth whole, closed. The face finishes.

Boot enlarged at mid-shin, sole against the door. Keys ordinary scale in the left hand. Right hand open on the thigh. Cobalt corridor, laundry cart, worn crescent on the threshold.

Cream wall is patched workplace paint with three nail holes, not an unused field a stranger can count.

I will not hang it.