they held hands in the dark

he came from skyscrapers and 

bare trees drawn across grey skies. 

he came from a broken life 

and had sore feet 

and tired eyes. 

he came looking 

to be saved. 

she sat quietly for a little while

she whistled a tune 

she held his hand. 

Performance 1

for yoko

write lists

cut them up

scatter them in the breeze

at the heart