The Bird Poem

I feel like it's not like I would call her up to ask her you know like oh I want to write this down we'd probably already be talking about something. As soon as she gets home every day she pours a generous glass of vindongue wine which is this like this is all hilarious bottle of giant bottle chardonnay and so she we'd probably be like clinking glasses over the telephone together, he says. "She's just like she's a sort of person who just will like chat forever kind of like I'm doing now"