Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Of Saints


She's not here.

When you're looking for someone to "be there" and she's not and you miss her... what is that? Perhaps she'll be in later. When you can't ask someone else whether that's the case or not... what is that? When you are moved to write about it... what is that?

Love?
Paranoia?
Fantasy?

Well, should she arrive:
"How are you this morning?"
Je suis très mauvais. Je suis sorti de
mon alimentation.
"Huh?"
I should definitely take it easy with her.

So I wait patiently to see her come.
Should she arrive, I'll be happy.
Meanwhile, the place is full of queers.
The manager must be an adherent.

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