I think a princess. I think diamonds glittering like Man Ray tears. I think heat and passion and fucking. Plastic behaviour. Plastic reasoning, mass produced. I don’t vote but I should. I want to wear a dress today but I feel too stand-offish. Snare drum Piccasso day, guitar strum reverb explosion. He’s here, but I’m alone. Alone again and always and really I should learn to quit this drug. Hair-dye streaming down my legs in the shower. I turned the water to burn. It ran into ice. My ex doesn’t return phonecalls. I love you forever, I love you for always. Whoopsie dearest, your age is showing. Cut it off with a clean silver knife, take it like flesh to char.
I think a castle. I think ramparts like cut-stone celtic crosses to bear. I think you said, she said, I said Now. Masonry huge, heavy and thick. It’s getting ugly. Every month someone tells me they love my dancing.
Maybe I should get used to it, but everything needs to be different.
Give me dishes and pots and pans.