two way orpheus and eurydice

its a deal we have, you and i, you dont look at our reflections on the water and i pay no mind to how the tower leans, a deal thought up in dark rooms and tired eyes, written in the language of muffled drumbeats and would be silent tears. its not easy, but someone has to do it, has to pretend not to see all our uglinesses and little rebellions, but you, you have breaching the terms of the agreement. the water runs dry and the drumhead splits in two. youve been looking, youve been trying to make things right but thats not how it works. theres a body in the lake. stop looking. the tower could fall you know. so just stop looking.

nurse j