It was understandable, what time had done to the mind and love to the body, we saw and trembled and saw and could not look away. This mass of memory fetid and sunken, and so, so, in a whisper, we take our learning.

Everything will leave us. The eating. The love, you, caricature of a control device i expected to have inside me instead of far away, small, radiant. There is a humiliation that rises and falls like tides, and like tides are in the sea the humiliation is in my love for you, boxed and sloshing, surrounded by rock and down low molten. But it’s not without [humor], not without entertainment, being close together is being close enough to touch and touch is enough to entertain these ridicules, shrieking thoughts go quiet to the chanting music, the wall buzzing behind me, the lights and bodies fluorescent underneath them.

Baby, baby, you are gonna be avant garde. We’re waiting out back to do the repairs and all you have to do is shuffle broken in through the doors, and we’ll smile our sickel smiles and we’ll fix you up, cuddle you in and read you the whole history of the world. For the first time since imprisonment, you’ll feel okay. We’ll take care of you. We’re waiting.