softness – pain – imagined I was feeling up the bloody
gap, the space from whence the barman’s tooth had
flown,
I came.
I slept.
Guess what.
You’ve emailed me again, Ava.
You couldn’t let it go,
you thought you ought to scare me into
signing – no?
Goodlord Goodlord Goodlord
You want to see me backtrack,
cower, beg –
you said:
Looking at your file I see we failed to give
an updated rental price this year.
Unfortunately, we hold no photos of the
property and I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind
sending me a photo of each room so I can assess the
current rent, adjust if necessary.
What
is the point of you?
What is your job, Ava?
A heady mix of laziness and malice right there,
Goodlord,
You
want photos?
You want photos of this shitty flat so you can tell
me that it’s underpriced and I goodgirl goodgirl goodgirl
alright
Ava,
please find attached my gaping hole.
A video where I slap myself like steak.
The swollen crack along the worktop, several
photos of the skirting boards, the chopstick that we use
to get the oven going, the carcass of the chicken that I
roasted, basted, ate last week, the toilet bowl, interior
shot, which no amount of bleach seems to un-dirty,
here – the plastic window with its mould, the downstairs
hallway with its mould, yes, painted over, still a mass, a
