Kizin-of-kaplumba

Hollow bones Strung tight. Pull the wire right, Give the bird life. His mother is upset. He can't stay awake. When love is a mistake, Every kiss is a crime. He looks vacant. Invisible galaxies. There are always casualties, Floating through the void. Breathe in deep. Air like liquid over your tongue. A life unsung, Even silent notes have an echo.

I am a part time lover, clocking in, clocking out, never staying long. The others, they work all day, from opening hours to closing time, walking between darkened aisles, locking up with a practised precision, turn the key to the left, jiggle it a bit, press hard, wrench it back. But I haven’t been around long enough to pick up the habits, forget to log my breaks, my lapses, my shit-i-forgot-my-lunch-be-right-back moments. He is a skilled manager, expecting a promotion any day for the last five years; he is diligent and polite and can I help you today ma’am? he is suited and booted and stands behind the register a