double feature

i listen in the dark
to you breathing, four hours

with interval

i attempt to synchronise
mine with yours
but cannot catch you and
fall, short of each

you do not excite
nor slacken, while
my grip is loose like
a fickle wind

richard ford came to me during one scene and said

“it might seem that i was ‘within myself’ then. but in fact i was light years away from everything”

i hear you
are moving away