Saturday, 4 August 2007

transition

i am near the end of my shift
washing the floor with an electric machine
a woman appears in a bright pink top
with no back and says, "we need to talk."

"you can't leave
finally my life
feels right with
you"

-but i bought my ticket-

"i don't care, I'll rip it up"

we go to the loading dock
to have a smoke, she kneels
between my legs

"i'll do anything just stay."

NO

she slaps my face
"I hate you."

Later...

I smoke a joint
pry her legs open
feel for wetness

she cries and cries

I give her a magic word
she will not use
we do not sleep

she goes to work
and i follow

looking for a new residence
in the woods
in the heart
of the city.

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