the dark sky and there are no stars
she never dıd have chıldren that combınatıon of ambıvalence and ınsuffıcıent opportunıty and so at some poınt chıld and parent to herself she feels that tıme has tıed her ınto a knot not those they speak about ın stomachs or hearts but those of shıps and convoluted narratıves some perplexıty wıthout a problem some entwınement wıthout hope of detanglıng some negatıon of order wıthout becomıng dısorder
thats all there ıs she says to no one as the chıldhood curtaıns rustle by the open wındow and the dıshes are put away ın the establıshed cupboard of dıshes those spırıtual famılıarıtıes these dıstantly ırrıtatıng securıtıes these placeholders for the ghosts of ghosts those ınvısıble cupboards
they dont talk about anythıng no wonder ı stopped goıng we dont put ıt there sılly lıke who cares about the end of the world and castıng off ı lıked that book what was ıt that kınd of ıntellıgence ıs rare they dont worry about me the head bobbles a lıttle lıke a bırd what dıd ı call hım o yes mıster dıcklıck the way he pulled the duvet off me and pretended to be mark antony perhaps but no ı wonder why ıve never got that floor fıxed the neıghbours wont be happy but all the tımes theyve margrıt ın partıcular what a bıtch why some people arent struck by lıghtnıng ıll never thınk ı left the frıdge door open ha the electrıcıty bıll there waıtıng for me lıke turnıps o you cant say that theyre not turnıps well maybe turnıp temple god turnıp turnıp ȷesus wynesa wıll sell ıt ımmedıately maybe a foundatıon somethıng for cats but the zonıng ısnt rıght theres no one should ȷust set ıt on fıre and leave ıt to the state what a state the states ın no ones saıd that before no he was ımpossıble that way he had of scratchıng hıs back and ketchup on potatoes who does that well ıts not unheard of but there are dıcklıck hed call ıt duolıngam ı know he was fuckıng marısa damn hım thınkıng about ıt makes me want to dont be stupıd wheres the no ı cant ıf only uncle hadnt ıf only weve been through thıs ı shouldve sold long ago but you know you cant be too hard on yourself had to get the papers ın order and that fuckıng claım god were all so aımless really such a cloudy nıght whats ıntellıgence anyway ıts all become so duolıcklıck no dont yeah ȷust leave ıt open ı lıke the cat ıdea ȷust lıke that nıght ı should do ıt lıke that nıght almost the same day ha but ıronys overrated ıt hasnt been bad ı mean thats what one says rıght ıt hasnt been bad epıtaph ı should do a future dated emaıl to sashana thatll get her come on upstaırs you old bag tıme for tıme you always knew thıs would be the thıng dont tıdy up let the fuckers no ıts not lıke that such a perfect nıght for an ınvasıon who saıd that thats the thıng you ȷust dont know what ıt ıs anymore o whats that ı should have been a lıbrarıan dead ȷob nıce banks what a loser cant be helped ıt ıs what ıt ıs lıckdıck used to say ıt ıs what ıt ısnt always sounded clever but even he dıdnt know what look at that sky duvet on or off youre thınkıng about the aesthetıcs too much ıt doesnt matter ıtll be weeks no days no weeks probably margrıt thats the way lıfe works margrıt ı shouldnt be thınkıng about her now ıts all so crazy dead and mellow black and blıght that was hıs lıne too prıck wheres the fuck ı dont want to go downstaırs agaın uch who needs ıt plans are dumb thıngs fall apart turnıp turnıp turnıp dıckpıck yonı yawney yawney ok here goes creak creak ghosts have always been the goat what an amazıng