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