I temporary wear these chemicals
From the inside of the pack of those crisps.
I stare at the back of it and the men’s, of course..
And it seems I’m absorbing our ungiven beliefs
“You generalise my agenda
Where you left this cartoon?
On watching which, damn it, episode, you, pretender,
Turned up our safe area
In that bloody scandal saloon?
I have more, more than ever time
To sit here and listen to the answers of yours
It takes a while, I know, that’s fine..
I’m not awaiting for you to propose”
But then silence..no moves..
Later he stood up, she smiled.
And both were happy, no abuse,
No burning sun for like a month, but that day..
Perhaps, would be wrong no to say..
He’s got himself a ticket and left to Australia.
Are you chewing me?
© Copyright: Ольга Аучбум, 2014
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