by STEPHANIE POWELL
Prologue:
The seconds don’t collapse, they linger –
like this:
she remains
one foot on the pavement, one foot on the road
taking the morning…
With a photo?
Or eating hues?
The south-easterly
entering her open mouth
She is impressed
or
working something out
at a point of…
Enter frame:
me
from the window –
a biro pressed between the philtrum
trying to undo…
A knot?
Or fill a cavity with tongue tip?
W/shot:
The fridge hums in the other room
C/up:
on commuter faces
ripped from…
Morning sex?
Tepid beds?
Tight kisses the shape of cats’ arses?
Punch-in, closeup
The woman
Then me
A second or two longer, linger –
EXIT frame