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