“When my falling event was postponed, were you disappointed? Did you experience a disillusionment-event?
Hunted for a Post. To lean upon in the black hours ahead. And composed a brochure to lure folk into my new building. Titled “The Human Heart in Conflict With Itself.” Promising 24-hour incineration. And other features.
Dancing on my parquet floor in my parquet shorts. To Mahler.
After you sent me home you came down in your elevator to be kissed. You knew I would be sitting on the steps.”
