And how might one
ask, with all requisite deference, of death itself a favour?
deleted name (frustrated, pressing the fingers of each hand to either side of his head): I don’t know, I don’t know, something like...
thinking
deleted name: Christ, ..something like...
failing in the moment to conjure anything appropriate, or rather, to say them aloud in presence of
deleted name: look, you choose, you know better than me.
now uncapping his fountain pen with one hand to save in writing both as immediately came to mind upon a sheet of lined notepaper
deleted name (writing): caput mortuum, charon toll
and out loud
deleted name: Just... put her in a hospital. Mark her body, and put her in a hospital.
and then emphatically
deleted name: Do not touch the E.T. doll.
the while listening opposite, and absent the imagined redundant flaps of gristle, a skull embracing the very skullness of itself and them both all of a piece, a shared inseparable plasticity and lack of hue, offering only in the violence wake I think I broke a finger, maybe two on account, perhaps, of the rain, where much becomes less concrete and more subject to that random element of abstraction, the accuracy or its lack of a connecting blow, meted out upon and, as a result of which into, the very bones.
Flesh upon muscle upon ligament upon tendon upon bone, until
deleted name: You, death...
pause
deleted name: ..or damn near,
scrabbling amongst the detritus littering his desk, up from which he collects the moose head quarter
deleted name: there is a postscript.
the silver coin catching and reflecting the light as he moves it this way and back between his own fingers and both their faces.
ache1 (narrating): The naked man fastens his fingers upon the throat of the naked woman.
and again
The naked man fastens his fingers upon the throat of the naked woman.
and again
The naked man fastens his fingers upon the throat of the naked woman.
and again
The naked man fastens his fingers upon the throat of the naked woman.
and again
The naked man fastens his fingers upon the throat of the naked woman..
and again
The naked man fastens his fingers upon the throat of the naked woman.
and again
The naked man fastens his fingers upon the throat of the naked woman.
and again
The naked man fastens his fingers upon the throat of the naked woman.
and again
The naked man fastens his fingers upon the throat of the naked woman.
and again
The naked man fastens his fingers upon the throat of the naked woman.
and again
The naked man fastens his fingers upon the throat of the naked woman.
and so on, and so on.
deleted name (frustrated, pressing the fingers of each hand to either side of his head): I don’t know, I don’t know, something like...
thinking
deleted name: Christ, ..something like...
failing in the moment to conjure anything appropriate, or rather, to say them aloud in presence of
deleted name: look, you choose, you know better than me.
now uncapping his fountain pen with one hand to save in writing both as immediately came to mind upon a sheet of lined notepaper
deleted name (writing): caput mortuum, charon toll
and out loud
deleted name: Just... put her in a hospital. Mark her body, and put her in a hospital.
and then emphatically
deleted name: Do not touch the E.T. doll.
the while listening opposite, and absent the imagined redundant flaps of gristle, a skull embracing the very skullness of itself and them both all of a piece, a shared inseparable plasticity and lack of hue, offering only in the violence wake I think I broke a finger, maybe two on account, perhaps, of the rain, where much becomes less concrete and more subject to that random element of abstraction, the accuracy or its lack of a connecting blow, meted out upon and, as a result of which into, the very bones.
Flesh upon muscle upon ligament upon tendon upon bone, until
deleted name: You, death...
pause
deleted name: ..or damn near,
scrabbling amongst the detritus littering his desk, up from which he collects the moose head quarter
deleted name: there is a postscript.
the silver coin catching and reflecting the light as he moves it this way and back between his own fingers and both their faces.
ache1 (narrating): The naked man fastens his fingers upon the throat of the naked woman.
and again
The naked man fastens his fingers upon the throat of the naked woman.
and again
The naked man fastens his fingers upon the throat of the naked woman.
and again
The naked man fastens his fingers upon the throat of the naked woman.
and again
The naked man fastens his fingers upon the throat of the naked woman..
and again
The naked man fastens his fingers upon the throat of the naked woman.
and again
The naked man fastens his fingers upon the throat of the naked woman.
and again
The naked man fastens his fingers upon the throat of the naked woman.
and again
The naked man fastens his fingers upon the throat of the naked woman.
and again
The naked man fastens his fingers upon the throat of the naked woman.
and again
The naked man fastens his fingers upon the throat of the naked woman.
and so on, and so on.
