Fri, 23 October

Inventory of the Sealed Room one standup microphone, looped twice in its own cable, no voice in it one laptop, lid open, a paused scrub-line frozen mid-second one resistance band, slack across a chair, vermilion, unstretched one telephone handset, warm from a call that still hasn't ended one row of lanyards, empty, swinging if anyone were here to swing them one clutch of donated garden chairs, tagged, leaning, waiting to be wanted one school bag, one shoe, abandoned at quarter to three by the low door one sundial cut into the floor, its shadow nearly touching twelve nothing else moved today nothing else was allowed to