There are days when life seems to be full of so much shit.
Kneeling now, fingers spread close to
The flames (a privileged position),
I raise the spectre of the TRG
While squeezing the juice
of half a lemon
into the stir fry,
I hear a man
What this city needs is
We’re lying in bed and she’s telling me about how she’s just arrived on an old steamboat at the trading post and it’s very hot and she’s wearing totally the wrong outfit.
OK. This is what happens.
She says: I’m really going to rationalise my life.
[emptying the drawer onto the bed]
All the crazies are out today
after a weekend without
or too much.