i go down and come up and go down and come up again.
in soft grass round side of house, under kitchen window.
world breaks out in hinges and folds up around me.
so quiet inside.
your voice.
leaks through bathroom door.
as i leak through side of head.
soft wet grass round side of head.
under kitchen window.
light.
leaks through bathroom door.
hinges.
your voice.
x-rays me.
stomach breaks out in hinges.
folds up inside me.
so quiet outside.
under kitchen window.
just dish sounds.
and your voice.
geologically surveying me.
they record to use for submarines sonar.
rare minerals.
stained glass kitchen window.
cubic kilometres of chance.
speaker says:
ffff you even do! it fffffffff work anyway. it won’t work. take it if you want but know ff don’t understand. you ffffftand. you can’t understand. my words come in coloffffff you can’t see. fff it isn’t somethinfffffffu can just ‘find’. oh you’re going to use this as the recording? ok.
bathroom door.
speaker says:
well, the worst part is now, even if you have done something, which, for the record, i don’t believe you have, you won’t know what it is you might have ffffffffffffffffff
millilitres of trust.
leak under bathroom door.
in the hinges.
ultrasound.
us.