i lie on the kitchen table, and hear noise. a door is opened and light brought into the room pillows and boots are piled a yard high on an unheated stove. now i want to see where you let her sleep, your wife calls out. you come in first, your smile brushes over the walls and over me. i seek refuge in the garden outside, and hear someone shouting she loves you, she just doesn’t know it! it is raining on one side of the house.