In Seclusion

By Sarah Suzor

Poem

I expect to think of skeletons and blue violets.

I expect my reflections to lead me to a point of remembering.

Nothing of the sea. I tell myself
nothing of the sea.

And then: antidotes.

The sound of melancholy and catharsis. 
Rain on the roof.

From what I understand it’s where bodies of dead dogs wash up on the shore.

From what I understand it’s a place for forgetting.

The security is catharsis,
misleading rain.
The security is seclusion in an orange jacket.

Miss Suzor, so, in your new book The Principle Agent, who is the Principle Agent?

It’s a secret.


Seems like you have a few secrets.

Well, it’s a book full of secrets. Do you like secrets?


Well, yes, but I should be asking you the questions.

That’s right. You should.


So, why does the book take place in London?

The Thames.


What about the Thames?

It’s a place for forgetting.


Forgetting what?

Remembering.


Remembering what?

Days and days. Time and days.


So, by the end of the book, what conflicts are resolved?

None. It’s a love story.


Wait, I thought it was a book about secrets?

Do you like love stories?


Okay, we seem to be getting nowhere.

Something wrong with that?


Well, no, it’s just… I should be asking you the questions.

That’s right. You should.