The office body can sit and stand and slouch.

circles circle circles

circles circle circles

BODY = SEPARATE
MIND = ATTACHED

north!
north
north
going

LOVE

IS

WEIRD

shit shit shit

one way streams

TEXT AND FILM

Friend

She is beautiful
She reaches out to meet his love
They are unshakeable
She takes her hands around his arms
She is alive with his prescience
She is herself irrefutably she
She is strong and exploring brave
She is writing writing
Encouraged by herself and led by knowing

its a slow escape
its a humble move
it sees finitude

i saw you on the sofa next to a giant white duck
talking about unbearable intimacy
looking at the paper
your handwritten words scattered and abrupt
the words you didn't read out loud
the traffic on the other side of the hill
the telegraph wires shimmying in the wind
slow techno
ivor cutler
last hours of a machine
the clouds moving
hands warming
tea sofa hat

its a double edged spoon you carry
to scoop
or provide

when you need to get out
squeezing out between the fence posts
(without alarms set off)
is careful work

Theres a fate here that’s fit for explaining everything but me

When the words fit it’s the machine that clutches and pushes

It’s the pen

I cling to the movement of the engine

The pace of its step

The rhythm of this pacemaker

Out of synch with my blood

I push on whats outside

It pushes straight back

As if we are disappointed with one another

And I cling to our baby

This illness

That makes each of resist until taught

We both ache with the lax and pull of anger's tack

Yielding despair in automata.

The inside is knotted

Your neck is in the arm

You put it all on at once

Two quick

Back track

Put the inside on first

Lign it up to keep you warm

Come on

Find that china bowl

And out you go