FROM 12.15 TO 13.00 O’CLOCK
Today there was – during lunch break’s break – someone who wanted to know
how I work, where I get my ideas from. Tch I said, problem with ideas is
that problems begin where they got started, take this conversation here.
From underneath the leaves sounded a suppressed protest or call it cheerful,
but with hands clasped to the mouth. Splutter-laughing like a class of eleven-year-olds
trying (not) to imagine what Miss does on the loo and if it would be possible to peep.
It could be I said, that something skims past (a magpie). Come evening
I knew what the correct answer sounded like, flying from the window: shrill and pure.