Chamber music: a book of poems I read once by Paul de Kock. As good as piss and a relief when done. She’s probably peeing now. Hisss. Now. Tinkle inkleinkle persec persec. Before the knock a cock cock on her door. Making chamber music. Fill me, I am warm, dark, open. Acoustics best with an empty vessel. Water doesn’t absorb sound. Music underwater goes for miles; if we were drowning I’d hear her now.