Number Two (Colin Gordon)

They say I’m too careful, too considerate for the job. But control without kindness is just noise. I run the Village with records, not ropes. If you’d just give me your number, we could both relax. But no—you’d rather pace your garden, smash your radio, and stare into the sky like you’re waiting for God to answer. I’ve got tapes of all of it. Every step. Every word. Nothing personal.