The Keeper Is Not In

Nobody answers. The kettle clicks off by itself, which is a kind of answer.

There is a cup poured already for someone, and a second cup poured for someone else. Both are steaming. You are, by arithmetic, the someone else.

The book on the table is the Log. A line in the margin of the page it is open to reads: Do not read it in order. The sea does not.

A radio on the sill is switched on to nothing. Between the static, something taps. Short and short and long. It stops. After a while it does it again.

You sit. The chair is shaped like you. You don't mention it.