Instead, began to feel quite superstitious about the
things I dropped.
I’d never pick them up.
Libations.
Once it was my favourite lipstick… I saw it hit the
floor and roll towards the curtain, and felt happy
to be free of it.
What even is a property technology, Ava?
Goodlord.
It’s always been a triangle – us,
and you, the shapeless, shadowy form that is
our landlord.
Goodlord.
Maybe they are like God
landlords.
You never use his name, just landlord –
your landlord –
as in…
“This email is to inform you that your landlord will
be increasing rent.”
Remember that one, Ava?
A classic!
Interesting, it wasn’t that
that set me off –
no we just shuddered, muttered, took it
it’s how things are.
But this –
I read your email and a strange, chilled anger
filled me, Ava,
like if fury were gazpacho – zingy, fresh,
and icy –
brimming
oh
it’s spilling over –
Ava, I refuse
to stem it –
I’ve known this feeling once before
cool rage
evening dress
captain’s hat
