lemon, water, sun, saliva
day spins into hubcap
drowsed / stun-gun sun
so coloured up, the crave district
"... you fkn loser ..."
overdress & fuzz with desire
rear denim of 2 thin boys-in-love
street smokes, spits
what a postcard
someone's nonna sucks from KFC cup
fume of Marlboro
Natasha is a party
rushed heels
cross against lights phone clammed to ear
our waiter = pretentious wanker
the pointing tongue
coffee versus boredom
An earlier version of this poem was published in bambikino 9, November 2008.
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