in dreams (blood? tears?)
I was in a cubicle, lying
looking over at an ugly floral curtain
my belongings - paused - on the tiles:
Mosquito jeans
Che Guevara t-shirt
red Ugh boots
five editions of Bukowski
favourite title on top,
You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense
a handful of Annie Sprinkle's
Postmodern Pleasure Playing Cards
two hand-stitched toiletry bags:
mini tubes of whitening toothpaste
three KFC sachet face wipes
a block of soap with a message from God:
We must love the sinner but not accept the sin
that's about it
hey I'm having
the time of my life
really, I am
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