Sunday, 28 February 2016

Intertexts


“ “ “ “ “ “What?” he exclaimed, as the turtle tipped the truck over, as his friend asked him something he didn't quite catch,” she narrated, and continued narrating her story to her voice-recorder, pacing to and fro in her sweltering flat, stark naked,” he told to an assembly of drooling, drunk spies,” he finished, concluding a night of heavy story-telling,” she said, not sure where she had lead her audience...”
 

This is no longer home

On the train back to the old place unsure if any memory is left there Surely there must be an old cigarette burn hissing embers fusing ...