
sketch: names and faces, faces and names

knew your name
pounce on the slightest disturbance
rustling reeds
the slightest
forced exhale
six or eight lines of acquaintance
(ever waited that many weeks for a package? you’re either rural or old)
it’s good to see how, how are you doing, how fares the wee one (whose name I can’t recall)
(that’s three right there, shit) is it cold enough for you?
(yeah that’ll do, nearly there, just get through this)
okay great, gotta go, sorry, good to see you
(phew)
eleanor kasabian
may not quite exist
but she’s real enough
to type her
name
with capitals