and if I go
to prepare
a place for us
I will come back
with nothing
for myself
there is no hill on that corner
there is only a pile
of sand
what comes in language
bites down the crime
the criminality of it
smiling dentist
seeing my tooth being
rinsed by christine
who tells me
you look cool
I ask her
are you flirting with me
and she replies no
tamar hands me pills
in a packet, smiles
wishes me a good
rest of the day
