Dependants

Paul Farley
How good we are for each other, walking through
a land of silence and darkness. You
open doors for me, I answer the phone for you.

I play jungle loud. You read with the light on.
Beautiful. The curve of your cheekbone,
explosive vowels, exact use of cologne.

What are you thinking? I ask in a language of touch
unique to us. You tap my palm nothing much.
At stations we compete senses, see which

comes first—light in the tunnel, whiplash down the rail.
I kick your shins when we go out for meals.
You dab my lips. I finger yours like Braille.

From The Atlantic Tunnel by Paul Farley. Copyright 2010 © by Paul Farley. Reprinted with permission of Faber and Faber.

From The Atlantic Tunnel by Paul Farley. Copyright 2010 © by Paul Farley. Reprinted with permission of Faber and Faber.

Paul Farley