It is 10 o’clock, warm. I am sitting in my garden by candlelight, smoking.
And what are you doing?
I can hear you are clearing your plates, talking, watering your garden, driving, crying, flying, committing a crime, getting caught.
And I cannot hear that you are wishing, laughing, dreaming, fucking, eating, writing, sleeping, thinking, watching, dancing, walking, craving, hoping, skipping, being born, dying, drinking Campari, planning, plotting, surrendering, rehearsing, understanding, forbearing, delivering, turning, falling, cowering, seeing and loving- I hope that’s what you were doing, were you? – but you were.
I know, for sure, you were watering your garden because you watered me too.
Look, I got wet: