The Room has a Pulse

Hold— Hold— Something in here’s making a

noise.

That would

be you.

Inconclusive.

Little amber eye.

Something isn’t right.

Fed it electricity—

still picking up the pipes.

Take a natural breath.

You’ve made it weird now.

Is that my chest?

That’s the ventilation. Is that my chest?

That’s the refrigeration.

The room has a pulse,

the walls have a rhythm.

Trying to hear myself— everything joins in.

Again, but comfortably. I was comfortable before the instructions.

Unclear. Un-clear. Un-un— clear.

Perhaps it’s the power.

Perhaps it’s the wire.

Perhaps the whole building could shut up for a minute.

Hear that?

Not that. Underneath— underneath—

Oh. Different room. There it is.

A little double knock,

a little animal. All

that

machinery— a little animal.

Apparently the cupboard has excellent acoustics.

Accepted.