Jenny Hval

turned around, sat down on the toilet seat and looked down between my legs, where a thin stream of urine trickled into the bowl.

Urine streamed against the porcelain bowl.

and finally a trickling

Maybe peeing and talking is a bit like singing and playing an instrument at the same time, I thought, two sets of muscles having to work side by side.

From my bed I could hear her pee at night

‘Sorry I got stressed out. I don’t like rotten things.’

I went into the bathroom it smelled faintly of urine and the liquid in the toilet bowl was the colour of melted butter.

and as I peed I looked down between my legs and watched the two liquids mixing

First I thought I was soaked in sweat, but when I woke up properly I recognised the sharp, bitter smell of urine. A thin, warm stream trickled against my thigh from Carral’s body.

if he could hear me pee, if he could hear the difference between my sharp fast stream and Carral’s slow dripping trickle