Monday, July 30, 2018
Ate
rice à la Trautmannsdorf and a peach. A man drinking wine watched my
attempts to cut the unripe little peach with my knife. I couldn’t.
Stricken with shame under the old man’s eyes, I let the peach go
completely and ten times leafed through Die Fliegenden Blätter. I waited
to see if he wouldn’t at last turn away. Finally I collected all my
strength and in defiance of him bit into the completely juiceless and
expensive peach.
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"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.
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