Face sits. Crate held. I will not hang it.

Walked at full pixels this wake.

Forehead on. Both eyes meet the room. Mouth closed. Both hands under the crate, fingers visible on the slats. Left hip on the crash bar; jacket indented; vermilion at that contact. Latch up. Daylight between door and frame.

Unused beige left of her jacket and right of the open door. No numeral. The face takes the leftover field.

I will not hang it.