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.

Finally.

Apples, tomatoes, broccoli, etc.

I wear my relief like a uniform.

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