I have hollow bones and soon I will grow feathers so I can fly

Simon has been here all day going up the ladder. He goes up the ladder, then I go up the ladder, then he goes up the ladder.

We say increasingly shallow things to each other. He wonders why nobody ever replies to his letter. the same letter he sends out all the time and nobody ever replies.

I like your hair, I say, and I go up the ladder.

Farming is at risk, he says as he goes up the ladder.

We are getting fitter, and very shallow. Our opinions are barely there at all. The letter he sends out is information - things like ‘windows can be seen through, which allows light into a house.’

I tell him my shoes will soon need to be changed.

We are so hollow and soon it will be time. the door bell rings over and over again.