she says, 'it records more than words.'

took car to where
bows glided down and the coast
blackened with birds
mad birds getting a look
at the hook
of my hair
as I spit mist
once again into the air                                                                                  
and it was 4.30am
when you rang
so I left the incoming tone to hang
as I sank
into the damp clay
waiting for the
.... day
to play out

And my dictaphone repeats the word
bold