You know a fog here…knows every face and forgets none…

Gets under the door… learn to breathe round it…

I look out through the window and catch myself faint over the wet pavement…

Belonging to both sides…

Soul of mine, come off it…don’t let them know…

Don’t let my face loosen and tell on me…don’t let it give away I’ve got nothing… .

I couldn’t bear that…

Distract me…

Look…

A spoon left in a glass…

A napkin folded twice, then unfolded, then smoothed flat again…

It can’t be that hard, can it…

Don’t look ahead…don’t open that miserable door into tomorrow…

It can’t be that hard…

let me keep taking part…

I’ll ask a question…I’ll answer one…I’ll smile at the right moment…

Distract me…

Look… chicken-shop steam…someone mentions a holiday…

They’re dragging suitcases over broken concrete…

Soul of mine… don’t let them know…It can’t be that hard…

Don’t step off this strip into the next hour…

Don’t let cause and cause and cause start up again…

Pigeons flap up…

Now is good…

Don’t let time crawl from one syllable to the next…

Don’t let them know…

Don’t let my face loosen and tell on me…

I couldn’t bear that…