she walks in
...she walks out...
she does it repeatedly...
it's what she does in between which really disturbs me...
at first I find nothing apart from the break-in...
then I begin discovering them:
recorded across my old-favourite tapes...
the lugs still sticky where she's stuck them over...
or secreted
on mini-discs
behind furniture...
...it goes on for months
...her blue hyacinth voice.
new recordings
every time I leave the house
. when she can't gain entry,
she leaves them on my voicemail or emails them to me -
I find she's made new ones daily:
recites things in scribbled-down-audio,
odd incidents I can hardly recall
. I become compulsive about tracking them down
...she is doing me over
, battering me with more and more
. just words.
I could report it
...but who'd believe?
who would care?
in the end I give in...
and let her come back...
well, what would you have done?
