Donnerstag, 15. Oktober 2009
Mia - Der BH-Gürtel. / Mia - The bra-belt.
Next to me I hear snore-breathing. My head hurts, needles are searching an exit. I open one eye and see the snore-breather, naked next to me. This is not my bed, not my room. But who cares. Presently my thoughts are focused on those needles. And I got to pee. So I get up. I am, besides a bra that I am wearing as a belt, also naked. Where is the bathroom? Water on my face. No pills in the cupboard. Brushing my teeth with his brush. Aah. But better than decayed breath in my mouth. Back to bed. The man is awake. He offers coffee. I request Panadol. He gets coffee. Back to the usual pattern: drinking coffee, “narrow” talk, sex-with-you-was-“schampar“-nice, shower, get dressed, exchange of phone numbers (facultative). Back in the streets the intensity of the light bedazzles me, despite high fog. Why do I regularly end up in unknown beds? I should be experienced enough, not to fall out of weird houses, wearing my clothes like Kris Kross, not even knowing where I am and how I get back to the Breitsch. A sequence of non-commitments. Probably I am searching for love. Love is a beautiful word. Rhino-shit also. „Item“. It is tough to be alone, especially at marriages. Should the non-commitments be buried? What was self-evident yesterday may be impossible today. I need a pill and a coke and my ”Bund“ and my living room, thus the ”Diagonal“.