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The wall

Sometimes he must push himself against the wall, the only bit of cool in this place. “It holds the line of my nose and the round of my knees.”

He has been in this place for a long time, probably forever. If the choice were put to him he would say: ” I would rather be somewhere else”. If asked where he would say: “I do not know where.”

But no one has asked him this question. “Oh.” And at any rate this is not a decision for him to make. Here he is in this too hot place pushing himself against the only bit of cool. “It holds the line of my nose and the round of my knees.”

He does not know that he has already said that.

He spends most of his time by himself. He is the only one where he is although he thinks: “I remember there being a companion.” : a school friend?, a lover?, a doctor? He cannot remember.

This blog is none of your business.

But I suppose that it is too late for all that now.

You slipped in, a burglar with a stocking pulled over your head.

You thought you were sneaky but I saw you and now it is too late to pretend that you aren’t a burglar with a stocking pulled over your head.

You might as well stay.

I hope you have something worthwhile to say.

Poland.

I had a dream of Poland:

Poland.

that beautiful hand

Mr. White was extending his hand to mine and it was the night, the summer, and somewhere.

Some places are wet in summer. Other places are just dry. Here it was dry and my skin was dry and Mr. White was extending his hand to my dry hand.

The time for such things had passed now.

Mr. White knew better. He let on to having a disease of the mind, by means of which he hoped to excuse his behavior. This was only a lie.

His hand was in the air, extended like Michelangelo’s. Mr. White was not as beautiful. But his hand was beautiful and I could have forgiven him his lies and behavior for that beautiful hand.