Tuesday, 5 June 2007

17: my wives

When all the bananas are thrown away the shop looks very empty. It makes me walk differently. I feel good. I want to put my arms around the replenishment assistants and pay them compliments and take them out to the pub with me afterwards. I want to buy them drinks and packets of crisps and things. I want to invite them round to my house and give them drugs and get them stoned and make wild love to them.

I will marry them all – Andy, Lee, and Sarah.

Not Linda though.

The black brown bananas are stacked now in the skip in the back yard.

We can concentrate on normal produce again.


Apples, tomatoes, broccoli, etc.

I wear my relief like a uniform.

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