“Her lips leave evidence on cups and collars. Sometimes two scarlet koi, chasing each other in silent courtship. Sometimes a blood-smudge, a hurried, not-quite-cleaned up motion very much like murder. -- She stares at me from glimpses in mirrors. Moments when I’m not entirely on my guard. Sometimes a flash in his eye when he leaves them unfocussed.” An intimate performance blending slam poetry and physical theatre.

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