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Hello

 

Hello

(For Sally)

 

Hello.

What is it then?

It’s flowers.

What are flowers & what business is it of mine?

Ok it’s champagne.

I don’t sail.

A flute.

Ski either.

Can I come in?

Of course! It’ll be a pleasure to see you. How are you my dear?

Gee I read that wrong.

I haven’t read that. You must tell me all about it.

Oh? I thought I was just a foil to your monologue? I didn’t realise. So it’s all in the second person, like Camus’ The Fall. How is it that I’ve already adopted the passive role. What hope do we have for this relationship? I can see where this is headed. & who is what. & why we’ll break up. Double headed like a Tasmanian. That’s not nice is it? Nice is chicken rice with soy sauce.

What’s your favourite brand of soy sauce? I just recently consulted a friend about this. I like Black n Gold, IGA’s home brand, over the more expensive fancy pants.

Fancy I’ll say, to have jungle themed wallpaper art rather than pictures… err paintings, photos you know? Donut? who said anything about pistachios?

Now I’ve lost track of where this is going & who’s who? I can see where this is going.

So can I. I spy with my little eye Simon says hands on heads!

Yes very clever. You’re a riot coming through the balcony window to hack us to pieces. Why must relationships always end in violence.

Physical or emotional?

Or symbolic. Or diatonic. Or atmospheric. Or spheric. Or Sphinxine.

Like cutting paper. Everything feels like hair.

My hand. Do you have any icecream? Remember? As does my cat. Or my hat. I forget?

Oh yes, I seem to remember the forehead of the mountain & salmon flying through the air & would you be interested in donating monthly to our cause? We do such important work.

Yes you do, however, I’m afraid I am a bit skint.

You can always cancel at anytime.

Umm…

What do you think, audience? Speak up for yourselves! Stop sitting on the fence. You’re bound to fall off!

Just then, indeed a riot did arrive via the balcony window. & there was such a mix up, most people forgot who they were. & so, yunno, it’s a shame, but that’s the way things are.

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.

 

 

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