PICTURE:
The girl with the Japanese hair is a Movie. The papers scattered
on the floor, the morning news with a picture of you naked looking
lost into the camera. A picture of you jumping on the back page,
punching the air in celebration. A picture of you pointing,
grinning, selling something I can’t live without. A picture of you
sitting, staring off into the distance, abandoned on a train, riding
with the , sliding with the girl with the Japanese hair who cuts the
knees of her black jeans to fit the picture. Close your eyes now,
see the picture, the wait is over, here it comes.
(K)
