Apples don’t fall near here but far
far from their trunks, all the way out to hide in the world, blindfold yourself no peeking to see who’s kneeling, sitting and kneeling in front of your body, no cleaning of the windows in September it’s inappropriate it occurs that we refuse to offer each other a lift not even parents and offspring have to get by all by themselves on the lawn a failed hotchpotch can be rescued with cinnamon and shortcrust pastry so that no one notices the spoilt bottom there is nothing devious about that camouflage is not the same as cheating and not the same as going to bed hungry out of lack of transfers and secret points behind the knitted cardigan smooth landscapes are hiding orchards and highways it is far
far to the nearest train station and if you are not pleased with the conditions you are welcome to leave us there is no reimbursement
Look in through the windows look they have ferns
and a dining table look they forgot their tickets
on the table petroleum legs crawl up the wall
vertical and horizontal and waves and flickers
unseemly
not afraid of the fall that’s waiting no
fear of sharp little matches
women perform twice as much housework as men
the more the woman earns the more hours she spends
doing housework every single week
we do not clean our windows any longer
we have become so light-sensitive lately
we sleep across the desk with Tupperware under our chin
and we also agree on hating roadwork