17.11.09

Graham,

Yesterday in the bedroom I didn’t understand any of your deadline games. My discoveries, as you call them, were either given up or lost long before your coercions changed me. So I have no attachment to your timeline or the clocks you say are ticking to spite me. You're tracing all of my doubts after the fact and to no end. You are my part-time job, and one day I will tell you the following ... You will fall, and I, your soulmate, will be the instrument of its implementation.

I am typing this less than 10 metres from where you sit.

Lisa

3 comments:

doriandra said...

yes, yes- said so well...

murmurists said...

Thank you.

Inconsequential said...

Always enjoyable? Well, I often smile when these appear...

All good stuff tha' knows.

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