Thursday, January 27

now now i am now so sad and thirsty my nipples show so small and without a voice I am falling a sleep, a long heavy sleep with you falling in whatever might come in a whirlwind of sorts without a parachute without anything to save me from the cold wind and the rain we might have an umbrella we might not we might feel however we feel so often oh so tired of this and that now, so very tired. Could you please stop talking now I am tired of my voice, I am tired of all the voices of the world. My scarf is my tent, my house, it protects me from the sun and the light, from the cold. I fold in two, I do not take up much space, I am economical and ecological sometimes I wish I could remember your name I wish I could remember

Wednesday, January 26

on the top of my ring fingernail I have a white mark. It is a wish. I am a wishing well, and this is my only chance. But, I have all I need. So, I blow it away, so that it goes and sticks on someone else's fingernail ring. Years after, I meet a man. He has an identical mark on his fingernail. I ask him about it and he says, it is a wish. He is a wishing well. And he wished to meet me.

Tuesday, January 25

oh yes, bind it baby, bind it, bind it soft, bind it hard, just bind it. I just love it so much when you do, when you bind it, one copy, two copies, oh, yes, baby

Friday, January 21



It’s been so long since I had a close look at your arse, since I leaned forward to caress your orchids, since I had my mouth so full of you, my blissful anus, my asshole, I have always been, my awesome, gruesome something, my since it’s been so long, I wonder, my assul, my assul, my assul so willingly will from dawn till dust it it just me then is it inside the ckeeks and trees inside the fairy bushes, inside the wonder bras and masters, I am all alone.

oh, look at me, how pretty I am, look at my big fat moustache, my big fan, oh how big my fun is, how weird, my mouth is round like a round about, a round dance, a round table, I lean towards you, I fan the fan, I am a fan of you, dear, a great, big, round fan of you

Thursday, January 20

So, you said I am too tall for you and too short for you and too big for you and too small for you and too something something and I said you are perfect perfect not too tall not too short not too big not too small not too something something you are perfect you have perfect feet perfect arms perfect something something and I love you short I love you small I love you something something and you have blue eyes and red eyes and purple eyes.

And I said I am purple and red and blue eyes for you, dear.
No, you shtop it now, you shtop jumping, you shtop shouting, you just shtop shtexting
I can make it through this while you are reading, if you are reading, when you are reading. When you are reading and thinking of this and that: thinking how strange this is - how delightfully unfamiliar, to feel so familiar around you -
I come near, nearer sometimes, I know I do not know how to say 'detrimentous' or 'deforestation', but I still hope I can make it through this.
in your shleep you shout in your shleep you dream of me shleeping in your dream you dream of me dreaming in your dream and I dream of you shleeping while you're shleeping if you are shleeping, when you are shleeping.
however long it might take, I will stay and say: however long it might take , I will stay and say: however long it might take, I will stay and say: however long it might take, I will stay and say: however long it might take, I will stay and wait and say however long I will say however long I will stay and say however long I stay and wave however long.
however long it might take, I will stay and say: however long it might take , I will stay and say: however long it might take, I will stay and say: however long it might take, I will stay and say: however long it might take, I will stay and wait and say however long I will say however long I will stay and say however long I stay and wave however long.
little little crumbs on the side of the table, the table cloth whispers, you eat them you eat the crumbs, you eat the little little crumbs and cry.

Wednesday, January 19

Have we been kissed? Have we been kissed, I shouted. What do you mean, what do you mean, she said, have we kissed? Oh, yes, yes, Have we been kissed. I wash my sheets, so that your ass is clean enough to hold the rhythm of our lovemaking. And I kiss you hard until the morning. And I love it when you say: I am enchanted, or It just dawned on me.

new

I am writing this in case you have come all the way here to find something new. I am saying this to you: I remember very clearly you hating toast on the way back home. I am fairly certain. And then, in the morning, you had toast with me and coffee. And I wonder if you also like new things, new songs, places and people someone new to keep you company, to sit with you in an empty space. As good as poulaki, you say, I can be as good as that. I can sing a better song, in fact, one for you, that you will only understand, like this one.

Wednesday, January 12

1. Write your name on a brown envelope.
2. Promise that you will love me forever.
3. Attach a stamp to the envelope.
4. Send it to me.
5. Come to find me before the envelope arrives

Task

1. wear something little
2. drink something little
3. apply some lipstick peach colour
4. do not worry if you are a man
5. do not worry if you are a man and you like it, this is normal
6. spell the first word that comes to your mind
7. find a place for each letter you have just spelled
8. make a map
9. go to the nearest of the places
10. blow a kiss to the third person that comes towards your way
11. show your knickers to the fifth
12. your naked breast to the eight
13. your bum crack to someone over sixty
14. wish you had never done all of the above
15. wish you do all of the above again
16. with or without an excuse

Tuesday, January 4

let's just say that I love you. Let's just say that my back is my head is my back is my muscles. So achey and strong that I want to die.
my back is my back is my back is my asshole.

I should have never let you go away. But now I would have to live in Oregon.

My back takes the shape of you. It is used to being you or next to you or alongside the long tale of you. I push it down further and further, I push and push so that my tale has again the shape of me.

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