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A recorded reading of “Good Behaviour (Parole)”. If the player does not load, use the original audio source.
Habit clears its throat; I stand. Your name—no gavel, just the room. I promise daylight, sign in silence, ink tacky on the page; my hands smell of tea. Released, I step into the living room— mug rings drying; the neighbour’s footfall at nine. Should I run, it’s toward you; hiding, I borrow your light. I’m guilty of returning. Turn off the news; click on the lamp. Let the lamp’s warm cone count the days— one lamp-click along the rug’s worn fringe.
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lamp on Habit clears its throat, I stand They say your name, just the room I promise daylight, sign in silence Ink sticks to the page, tea on my hands Door clicks soft, lungs find time Keys in a dish, count my mind Leave the lamp on, home I'm coming home Out the gate into our lounge Mug rings fade, nine o’clock steps If I run, I run to you If I hide, I borrow your light Curtains breathe, the night holds still I hear your laugh in the spill Leave the lamp on, home I'm coming home I’m guilty of returning Turn off the news, stay Leave the lamp on, home I'm coming home one click, I’m home
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