Listening, twitching
2020

A Holotype Heart
2018

Folded Eyes
2017

First person story

I said the strangest thing has happened honey. I said
that a generous gift was coming our way
I said we won’t be using the stairs after this honey! I said
we better get the launchpad ironed out flat, get the iron
out of my way space junk, this ship is galactic!
but I’m not shouting, I said

I said if I can’t stop sinking, I’ll be molten soon honey. I said
like molasses except it’s like a million degrees here and I can’t even see my bones
I said am I dissolving? Just burning up in this heat except
I’m actually so cold feel my hands, they’re like ice
melting in the centre of the Earth honey. Can you still hear me?
but I’m not shouting, I said

I said I’m laying out a blanket, just like for a picnic. I said
pretend that the grass is greener and the breeze tickles our ears
I said I will even lie on my side propped up on my elbow like this
I’m sure there is a forest nearby and we will be hearing birds soon
singing to each other like its dawn, in a chorus, a cacophony
but I’m not shouting, I said

I said okay I will go to sleep soon, but don’t mind if I keep talking. I said
I talk in my sleep sometimes. Out like a light
or a fight I’m counting. Once I sleepwalked right out the door
You can engage me in conversation and I will try to make you understand
my gabble, but don’t forget I’m asleep will you honey?
but I’m not shouting, I said

You said, well I think it was you. You said
if you had fingers you would be counting your blessings on
your fingers, that I was here, and your heart, if you had one, would drum out a song
like all songs, except it’s a song just for us honey. You said
“It’s a shame I don’t have ears because I’d be a much better listener.”
“I just want things to stay this way forever.” I said

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