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4:34 pm


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.