Episode 6: Remodeling

(hahaha) Three taps on the pine,

but the blueprint says it's solid.

No pipes, no vents,

just a dead-space pocket.

Let's map the dust.

Let's see who's listening.

Took a hammer to the drywall,

measuring the frame, chalk lines on the hardwood,

playing with a name.

They call it paranoid,

I call it real estate,

there's twelve square feet they forgot to calculate.

(shhh) I left a glass against the plaster,

heard a breathing sound,

very soft, very slow,

moving underground. Is it damp?

Is it cold? Is it looking for a crack?

Every time I strike a nail,

something strikes it right back.

Knock twice if you're lonely,

knock three times to play,

I've been peeling back the wallpaper to clear the way.

(hehehe) Just a little gap,

just a silver thread of light,

we are sharing the same house,

we are sharing the same night.

Now my fingernails are chipped,

but the plaster's getting thin,

I can smell the static electricity beneath the skin.

It's funny how the landlord swore the partition was raw,

but I found a copper hinge and a rusted hacksaw.

(oops) And the mirror in the hall doesn't line up with the

sink, gives me plenty of amusement while I stand here and think.

If I slide the panel open,

will she look like me?

Same teeth, same scar,

same misery?

Wait.

The latch is on the outside.

Why's it on my side?

I was trying to let her out,

or was I trying to hide?

(ahhhh) No, the dead-space is empty,

the closet door is wide,

and I'm sitting in the dark,

but I'm looking from the inside.

I hold the hammer now.

I do the tapping. (hahahaha)

We're almost done remodeling.