Too many coats for a rehearsal. Gareth’s kettle because Gareth cannot stand the quiet upstairs. I take the help like medicine. I cannot remember which betrayal I chose. Jono stands too close when the extra bodies arrive. I put a chair between us. The chair is a manifesto I will not write. I cannot remember which betrayal I chose. Someone waits for aims. I give them another verse. Alia lifts a phone. I tell her not tonight, or tonight, I cannot remember which betrayal I chose. We are more than a band. I hate that sentence. I run the song anyway, in my room, which is less mine than it was in the week of the heater. We are more than a band. I hate that sentence. We are more than a band. I hate that sentence. We are more than a band. I hate that sentence.
