I make pop and the people upstairs knock by Sadhana Jal

I make pop and the people upstairs knock, but it’s their babies they’re knocking while trying to make sure they don’t wake up. It’s beautiful to try to make sure noise even when it’s melodic doesn’t interrupt your own’s sleep. Sweet, my people, you’ve danced, and you know you? I put my head on your lap. I lay in your jeans and said, I can’t believe I’m here, listening to this with you and you touched my hair.

I opened the box. I said, We’re good, and you agreed and I turned to you. I did you because it was good. Or was it the other way round? No I think it was the first way round. And then the other way round. We were good. It was the gossip leading us on, though it was very there, it was the same time, the music and us and the sun.

We were moving, well one of us was and the other was still except for one part. One part of you one part of me while another part of you and another part of me. We moved, but we were still, mostly. One was on the floor and one was on the bed. Both were on the floor and both were on the bed. We both had black hair. We both had there.

I touched you fear and you said mmm. You said mmmm for a long time and it was a song, always that song at the end of what you did, but actually what it sounded like was unnnnnnnh. Actually what it sounded like was munnnauhhhh. Actually what it sounded like was the way the thing that happened felt or looked or smelled, and your arms, and the downstairs, there were places to climb down when we were done, but I felt so much like being, regoing into your chest because

that was where I could be long too.

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Sadhana Jal is a London-based writer. She has an MA in Poetic Practice (Royal Holloway) and has performed as part of the poetry collective Press Free Press with Ryan Ormonde, Karenjit Sandhu and Nisha Ramayya. Other projects include noise band Break Ups, and George Michael listening project Listen Without Prejudice, with Ryan Ormonde, which culminated in a live performance at Rich Mix.