I’m bored… but you like it, don’t you?

What if a film never reaches the screen because viewers walk away?

– Susan Howe

I don’t want to feel like a tourist. 

– Claire Denis

the subtitles in your dreams are not language 

they make you absent-minded, drowsy

a third chain awakens in the process

unfortunately, it is not available in this region

the available region is a photocopy machine

lights up when you lay down 

waits for you in arrivals 

sets up the shot in an entryway

how to capture a frame 

to filter the contents of shared existence

cups of warm liquid poured out for both of us

we tilt the lip to our lips without speaking

what we missed after only watching the first twenty minutes of the movie:

circular traces burnt into the skin of the film

an elaborate scene of violent motion

unspecified sobbing on the edge of a bed 

we exercise our faith

you talk to me in air, I look at you with liquid

I prefer to call my beloved a foot-candle

with tenderness, you coil an heirloom around my neck

^{Footnote: this poem was created using The Emptiness constraint as the starting point.}