After 14 hours it is hard to distinguish the stench of billingual-sweat-stained train leather worn from my own waxy flesh. Both bury smoke in spongy pores like lonely lovers on one night box spring boards
On a 3 a.m. from Hamburg I met a woman. Swaggering, she lurched with the train her bare breasts pressed flat on the window Spotlighted by the jasmine moon like glistening cherry crepes.
I saw Vienna stars last night jagged and cold as the chips in my back on the concrete banks of the Seine.
I feel red as the map line between legendary stars. The shortest distance between two points is not this. I feel like a short cut gone bad. Last night I talked to a reflection broiled for twenty minutes in the mist coated window of evening third class.
Do you prefer black and clean or white and dirty?
In Greece today, Baklava sat like cast iron weight in my stomach. I sweat ouzo that pours aniseed air in streams along my flesh. I am drunk on my own scent.
With feet buried in damp Mediterranean sands I ate papaya, insides reminded me of silicone breasts corroded with cancer. I stared through the union of smoky grey sky and sea fingers pressed circulating in soft lumpy centers like nipples.
Brobst! Frothing black beer erodes concrete slumber on train station floors laminated with urine. 50 marcs will buy two squares of tissue and a few moments with feces-stained porcelain.
Painted my body in Aalborg after rolling the day and licking it shut with dehydrated tongue on waxy paper. Emerald wings seemed fitting on skin that won't stretch I think the sign said sterile, but you know false cognates (estoy embarrazada!)
Ran like a nymph through Hvid-hus park today. Denmark leaves are much softer on virgin arches. Soiled jeans and tee scattered the lawn as I wedged my soft body between the cold emerald frames of the girls. Thank heaven for automatic timers.
Smothered apples with imitation peanut butter on the way to my plane. How I long to eat the fruits of the fridge. Toothless man bought me a coke and offered a motorcycle ride to his "village." Why do we speak louder and slower with non-English speaking people?
Foreign tongues stand out like flutes among clanging symbols of English drawl. I'm in Chicago and wanting one-way tickets to anywhere but home. I'd sell my body for the carbon copies but couldn't buy a destination farther than Indiana. See you tonight...