I write
I have nothing to say
Insanely something presses against me
Do not read
Do not talk
I make this a moment
for
rambling
as if it were enough
for me to write
and you to read
no bicycle bells ring here
tea houses and coffee shops
they are a different world
you will not meet my twin
prosaic
dry
modernist
but you may bump into her
if you do
will you pretend it was me?
2 comments:
prosaic, dry, modernist? if i ever bump into somebody like that, trust the dazzling heavens above, will never never pretend it's you or some twin. you are too much of a precious deconstructionist for all that twaddle about grand narrative ;P
laughed and laughed and laughed. Much love.
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