Doggo

by John Russell

By the time you read this I will already be hanging from the ceiling of my live-work studio flat. My neck stretched to allow my feet to touch the floor, with the rope pulling at my neck so as to twist my head in an attitude as if casually looking out of the window, gazing at the territorialised conformity of the street below. People walk back and forward like banal cxxxs on their way to work or to pick up a coffee or some other shxx. It looks like I'm standing here looking out the window. Ten minutes ago, the people who recently moved into the warehouse flat downstairs popped up with a bottle of wine to introduce themselves. They thought I was just standing here - maybe thought I was a bit deaf or something - and walked right across to me, click-clacking on the sanded, wooden floor boards. And tapped me on the shoulder - they only realised I was dead when they saw my blackened face and the fly walking across my eye. I guess they may be moving out now.

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Published September 24, 2017

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