Other Social Circumstances
Other Social
Circumstances
I'm not sure I
understand
if understanding is
at all possible.
The diagnosis is
cheap and quick
but not necessarily
accurate.
Nonetheless I try,
to define the social
circumstances.
Ducking in from the
wet
to keep warm and dry
while an acute sun
shower washed the
cobblestones.
I was briefly
approached.
An attractive girl
with falsely colored
hair
and unusually red
lips.
I asked her for a
drink.
A fruit flavored
beer,
stained the color of
informality.
I could see clearly
through the fog
that something was
wrong
or at least it
should be.
"I could just cry,"
she said.
But I'm not sure I
could understand.
She was unknown to
me,
a momentary
illusion.
So I sat quietly
drinking my beer
along with the other
social
circumstances.
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