Monday, 18 July 2011

a kiss

i try and kiss you so that you can tell me about what it feels like to be kissed. you say, 'it feels fine'. i write it down in a book. i say, 'why did you let me do it?' you say, 'whatever'. i turn and look at the wall for four hours.

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a bit later you are asleep. i write about it in my notebook and move your hand around without waking you. when you wake up i ask you what it's like to be asleep. you say, 'i can't remember.'

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the next day you come home from work. you are wearing a grey skirt and a grey jacket and a white shirt. i say, 'what is work like?' you say, 'it's the same as not working.'

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we look at each other over dinner. you look at me and i look at you. i say, 'what am i like?' you say, 'the same as me.' i say, 'what are you like?' you turn and look at the wall for four hours.

5 comments:

DJ Berndt said...

whoa, this is great.

the internet has missed you, Soc.

Richard Owain Roberts said...

i enjoyed this. looking forward to your book, also.

gamefaced said...

top drawer.

sarah san said...

sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

p p bloxham said...

soc I am reading bits of your book and feeling great