the materiality of lunar house as a site of border performance       

the building looking down
feeling cold in the wind
rushing round the building’s corners

security guards simultaneously bold and invisible at the doors
the left door for asylum screenings
the line continually growing inside the raised pavement
a step down and movements are fast
rushing by
a step up and time is paused
the line is still
the guards opening the door just enough to check the papers
directing to the back of the line
and closing the door before the wind has a chance to elbow its way through