I only wanted two or three fingers inside me and you were missing a tooth. I still did not care, I just wanted it. In between the carriages of the train I showed it to you. Your iris adjusted size my hand in your pocket, your tooth still missing. I shouted: where did you miss your tooth? In a conflict. A conflict of interest. Do you miss your tooth. Not all at you said, not at all. One, two three fingers, two perhaps or preferably three, one tooth missing, two carriages, a conflct, your adjustable iris, the cornea of your eye.

I'm With You Residency, Scarborough 2011

I am standing on the edge of the cliff. I observe the back of your knees, your tainted muscles. I am standing on the edge of the cliff with you darling. Your hair is frail and smooth, wanting me to come back, wanting me to stay put in case of emergency. In case there is some fresh erosion at the back of your knees, in case a tornado takes the remains away. This cliff is not like the others. It is frail and smooth, wanting me to come back, wanting me to stay put in case of emergency, in case there is some fresh erosion on the back of your knees. I am sitting on the pavement. I am not being defiant and you shout: who told you you are allowed to be doing this. Can you read? Can you read? Can you read? Can you read? Or are you blind. I have two legs, one good one bad, one good one bad, one medium/ In this steep end of a cliff, unaware of which crime I am committing, I will build a house. One good one bad, one good, one bad, one medium. In this steep end of a cliff, in front of this lousy landscape, I come back to observe the back of your knees – in case of emergency.

I'm With You Residency, Scarborough

I will do it now, the back of neck will flutter in the wind, the fur of my neck will hover. I don’t know how this works, I don’t know how this works, but I’ll do it anyway. No way I can stop now – Am I stopping? Am I stopping? Am I having regrets? Just go with it – don’t hesitate. How embarrassing to stop now – right before the end – right before something is about to happen. Right before something comes to pass for a reason or by chance, something befalls me.

I'm With You Residency, Scarborough, 2011

One out of two times there is a giant snot, a beautiful mucus, an extraordinary phlegm hanging out from your nose. No wonder I’m so in love with you – no wonder I’m in love with your nostrils – they are round and dark and perfect – they will never shut up or betray or abandon me – they will never inform an enemy of my existence, spill, blab or kiss and tell. Your that kind of layer, your somehow sinuses, your that kind of area. Your bogies, your boggers, your piggies, your curl up figgies. You can’t see it baby. You can’t see it dangling and crumbling. Your snot is a luxury you cannot afford. A little hair on a belated wife on a black mole on a white skin, on a green grass, on a clean ass, on a beach house on a crumbling, dangling cliff.

I'm With You Residency, Scarborough, 2011

Look at boy Manuel, just look at him. Take a good look at him. Look at his blonde hair, his fluorescent sunglasses, his dirty jean short, his hairy thighs. Is your name Almunia, darling? Is your name Almunia? Just be my goal keeper, darling, just be my goal keeper. Just score twice, three times, just score as hard as you can, but you must never toe poke, darling, you must never toe poke, because if you do, the world will know that you are not my goal keeper boy. And I will say. Look at boy Manuel toe poking, look at him, take a good look at him, getting into my red field, into my red empty field – and score baby, and if you toe poke from time to time, I will forgive you – and I will not say: look at boy Manuel toe poking. I will stay with you and look at your blonde hair, your fluorescent sunglasses, your dirty jean shorts, your hairy thighs and say to the world: This is my goal keeper, world, this is my goal keeper.

I'm With You Residency, Scarborough 2011