CUT ME DOWN & BUILD:

(1) A house, pour your teeth. With fish heads streamed
(2) down the banks of your thighs. Recite the generation of a hide'n'seeking park. Chiming
(3) recipes like bells. Divining a menu for the space between walls. Pronounced. The want of a fallible body waiting to be
(4) came on in. And made your-self at home. Carrying me over the stoop. Standing upright. Two by two - like any typical husbandry. Under a roof once lashed together. Without nails punching
(5) through. It is time now to remember. How: To be a trickster. Change before the day is in or out. Hang a light'ning procession of plastic bread-tags on the washing line, drowning/burying in covenants of BEST BEFORE. Let
(6) pigeon-headed dogs maraud beneath the floor-boards. And taking out the rubbish at the same time every week. Make clean incisions into the Ark, allowing a farmyard to crawl out. This is how you chop me up and make a shrine, pour your teeth
(7) out of me.

- Tanielu de Mollard

Image Simon Esling Untitled2005