| requiem for a semester |
[May. 12th, 2003|12:44 am] |
| [ | lost generation |
| | tranquilizers are fun! | ] |
| [ | one for the floorflushers |
| | take me to the backseat//the donnas | ] |
her lighter has disappeared. perhaps it has already been packed, she thinks. or perhaps it got sucked into the vortex of left socks, and the phone numbers of random irish men written on beer mats. out of necessity, she lights her cigarette on the stove. how domestic.
and then, a small biological revenge!
despite all her efforts to clean the apartment
she sees a small snake-like black hair
clinging to the carpet
s-shaped and gleaming
and now she knows:
parts of her will always be in dublin.
she thinks of dna and smiles, exhaling, while the smoke curls around her head like an affectionate cat.
good-bye. |
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