I.
i hear step one, you say
we need to talk and i close my mouth.
a leaf is stuck to the top of the window.
i break the glass and run into the hills.
everyone screams.
i keep quiet and keep running.
they never catch me.
II.
i fold the quiet of the house around myself.
screams are the tool of a fool.
hunt me: i will look you in the eye
as you draw your knife.
III.
5 books, 3 vinyls, 2 numbers and 1 pen.
Anushka Bidani 