pi & anne

The switch on the power strip lights up. Netflix is switched on. The small floor lamp next to the TV illuminates a drawing of Virginia Woolf, her face in young, her face in old. A soft, pale green, with shades of warm brown.

     look very closely
     a second sparrow flickers
     right next to the first

Images run across the screen.

     apple pie
     as I turn the crust
     there's a maggot

Every thrill has to start a notch higher.
 
     kaleidoscopes
     my fingers piece together
     a leaf skeleton

In competition with a splintered bathroom door frame, guess what wins?

      kookaburra call I fall silent under surveillance
 
The two Virginias watch as I refuse to get up and go to bed. Even though the episode is over. But there are things to unravel and I can't catch them.