the boarding house room
– text from ‘the bookkeeper’.
There is only one place to hide a body in a boarding house room, and that’s under the bed, behind a casual drapery of tossed sheets, then you have to rest while the body drains down his still, warm blood.
And to choke a man you have to love him, you have to lie upon him on the bed and ride his great bucking heaves. He will punch wherever he can reach, so wear two shirts, two singlets. He will kick, so straddle him. Strangle him hard though, for the sake of silence.
When that all subsides, and leaves him purpled-faced to rupture, both eyes burst in there somewhere, and an oxen’s livid tongue.
pic is brisbane, 1942