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| Interlunar Rendevous 80 x 80 cm mixed media on canvas c/o Karin Goeppert |
THE PERILS
OF PLEASURE RELOADED
What does dürum
mean, Mister Answer Man?
Well, Tiny Curious
One, it means
a Turkish tortilla
filled with thin slices of kebab,
onions,
tomatoes, crisp lettuce, a garlic
herbal
sauce, its trip south occasionally
facilitated
by streams of cold beer. What’s
heartburn
and garlic-scented breath measured
against such
a delicious combo of ingredients?
It’s time to
gather the right equipment and substances,
just me and
a glass of some toxic brew, thoughts
not at all rigorous
after a couple of bong hits, ears
tuned-in to
the correct channel as I make out
through static
and buzz, not only an exquisite
piece by
Portishead, but the sound of a young woman’s voice
muttering
something but nothing I want to hear
while she fidgets
and searches through her bag
for a way
out, answering my “where do you live?” with
“exactly
three hours from Louisiana,” and I have to admire
if
grudgingly and with some regret and rising resentment
the way she
indicates who knows we’ll see but I have my doubts
with a
shoulder shrug, barely fighting back a yawn, hatching
the exit
strategy I am fated to be a victim of.
