free liver
the man who gives me free liver because I remind him of his old boss
who is Irish
I ask him, what is she like, is she a good person?
He says yes she likes music and she gets a bit crazy and drunk and I miss her
and I pose for a picture with him so he can send it to her
how does she stand
so she can see her other
and we are the same age, this Irish woman who works with meat
and this guy who is Italian, half-Romanian who tells me he is
on the line
and I know what he means
he really is looking at me, he wants me to be her
I don’t mind
.
and I spend the afternoon
talking about men
no one can work anymore
I say I will talk to anyone and I mean it
and there is a conversation and is this what people think there should be
some people are paid and some people are not
and the woman who spills water on us is not even phased
and I sort of respect it
or maybe she is so embarrassed she can’t bring herself to even acknowledge it
like the time I accidentally caught this woman’s hair with my nails on the tube
while reaching, effusive, towards another gesture
and it was so awful I couldn’t even speak, she was also shocked into silence
and in the olden days I would have thought angel dust
And there is imagination
Which is actually a dirty exercise
.
You get your conceptual hands dirty
everybody is now 70% alcohol
.
Dionysus got mincemeated
into handwash
It’s not looking good
our bodies and theirs
who does your health belong to
would you put yourself in the way
.
their dualism and ours
there is an outside
not off-world
those who stay and those who leave
.
care is not concern
you are cops with strap-ons