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A Little Need Gangrene: a very logical dream The Absorption of a Deep Conversation
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A
Little Need
I came to France, not for romance, but to piss in the open air. I take my chance. Unzip my pants. And I’m faced by a tourist’s stare. ■ Gangrene: a very logical dream A foot fell out of my sock and then I knew I was in danger. The other one in my shoe belonged to a stranger. Walking on your head is bad for the brain and pedestrians. I’ve lead a sheltered life, but all the same I keep my hat on when fear is abroad, even if it’s one I sat on. The foot was mine once upon a time but alien. Not that it smelt, being too far gone. A failing I have is expecting dead legs to walk away as though nothing happened to live another day. The foot was useless. If not already dead, it would have curled up and died. I kept my head. ■ The Absorption of a Deep Conversation For TT The conversation you don’t remember. The conversation I don’t remember. You remember the bridge. I remember the bridge. You remember the water. I remember the water. It was deep. The conversation, like the water under the bridge was deep, too deep to remember. The sun shone on the water that was too deep. You remember it was midday. I remember it was midday. You remember the alp behind. I remember the alp behind. The alp behind the town. The alp we descended. That morning. You in a van. Me on a bike. It was steep. Too steep to remember anything except that it was steep. And the sun shone on the water that was too deep to remember like the conversation under the bridge. You remember the reflection of the town in the water. I remember the reflection of the town in the water. The usual church steeple and balustrades, and people disappearing off for lunch, leaving just the town in the water, and you and me, deep in a conversation, too deep to remember, like the descent, other than it was steep. And it was an alp. And the sun shone. I remember our reflection on the water. You remember our reflection on the water. You were an alp beside me and I was a deep descent. There was nobody to see us, deep in conversation, looking at our reflection and how incongruous we were. The water rippled with laughter. The conversation remains unfathomable, absorbed into the deep waters under the bridge. 24 septembre 08
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