Amanda holds her nostrils together as she speaks.
I gave her a sugarfree mint the other day. She must wash in piss and she fucking hovers with the torch.
There is a yell from the floor.
Found it! says Wayne.
At the same time Michael bumps his head on the pool table. Really? he says.
No, I'm just joshing, just kidding, after a breather actually, yeah. We'll have another look for it later, ay. I need to get a smoke in before tea, Wayne says He busies himself with the unzipping of his bumbag and sits opposite the sign of the pool rules and the amendment he has made.
He watches the hand with the cigarette as though it contains great meaning.
Michael places himself at the locked door of the dining room. He holds his digital watch face up to his left eye and then his right. He runs his hand over the watch buckle and its plastic loop and then runs his hand over his shirt buttons. One two three four five and then it joins the trousers.
Amanda brushes a long piece of ash that has maintained its shape from her skirt.
3 comments:
colostomy.cool stormy.
gary watches the hands of his
digital clock although it holds great.
meaning->great)(
she. is brushed from his shirt with
no thought of why. or
rind.or whine. ing gears. of old
differnential differences
.
..
...my spoiled peach.
dried in the eyelets of my shoe's rivers.
swing me to sleep.
and everynight i count the buttons she tore from my shirt.
and pile them in a tower of
let. her . home. burn. in the rain.
lovely
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