can’t lie like me
a woman with a snide
i came here every night
dumbed and biddable in
stripped body and wine to
this invisible workplace where i
do you live in a life?
how it beats at your throat? shaking –
honey? wish it never waked? jokes at your
expense? sarcastically derogatory, flings
insomniatic arms around your neck?
it goes like this, sometimes
(if you want to know)
but now, i sleep
This work explores contracts, not even a labour of love but solely labour, at an invisible workplace of home. For this lady, there has been no rest.