BLANCHOT SKIS DOWN the mountain, stops and fires his rifle into the spine of the jewel thief. The movie is over. When the final customer has left the theater you lock up, take off your clothes, climb up on stage, and speak before ghosts. Those words suspended there still. The words themselves remembering, tugging like a magnet.
I am standing on the husk, says Blanchot to Blanchot. What are you doing now that we’ve ended, Blanchot? I feel like falling in love.
The planet tortures its whores under your heels. No one has seen you dance and lived to talk about it.
Your foot feels its tile. You lift the tile reach down and pull a carved box from the hiding space. You unroll the vellum found within. It says a sound. Blanchot intones.
We talk // about // the mixtape.
You spin around and chop your mistress in the neck. She falls, the floor falls with her. Blanchot and Blanchot plummeting in each other’s long arms. Their spinning bodies receding into the black leather folder of your dossier. Yours is a tough case, I admit. But I think we may be able to help you. Quick, mark this vellum.
We are drinking scotch and chocolate in the Lodge. Here it’s possible to seduce anyone. Blanchot has traded in his suit, a more distinguished shade of charcoal. The waiters bring cigarettes on little silver trays. There’s electronic jazz coming from the speakers at our table. The second dessert arrives.
Is this your first ending? asks Blanchot.
You slowly nod.
Leave me out of it, he says.
An old spy film is playing on the TV above the bar. You’ve seen this one before, tho in this version the actors’ conversations between takes are shown. The globe opens in the boss’s office and out comes the booze. Advice about grappling hooks. Discussions of last night’s season finale.
I heard there’s going to be a movie, the actor turns and says to Blanchot. I’d pay to see it, he says. The actor smiles // and for a moment // his mouth hangs there // as the bartender changes the channel.
On the night every attorney in the hotel was murdered, you say you were at home, in your room, making an animated film, is that correct?
Nod for me. Yes that’s good.
And in no way did you intend to enslave the human race is that right …?
In front of you Blanchot pours a glass of water.
I suggest you drink that.