she said.

but baby don't look up.

'and i keep hearing that same damn song everywhere i go.
maybe i should put a bucket over my head and a marshmallow in each ear.
how sick of me must you be by now.'

i know a bar in Gansbaai.

i feel like i should carry a dictionary with me.
put it on the table, to make up for my lack
of words.

'the night you took it i dreamt of arms.'

'i would light a cigarette and the smoke would curl around my face.'

the truth finds me. the truth loves me.