Farmer

Willem's little Maoist classmate.

His blue farmer suit, little black cap and bag and red handkerchief round his neck.

Saint Saens' Carnaval of the Animals

Goats in cravats, stumbling on cobblestones in the old town, butting sexy girls in summer dresses in a summer evening, Antwerp.

Attic dormer window, steamed up, humidity affecting manuscripts.

broken bell

MY army BAG

My bag has been washed. The spilled cream is gone, all vestiges thereof.

The bag is starchy and stiff; it would hurt you to punch it.

I was drying it on a radiator yesterday and it fell off while I was watching Masterchef. I jumped,

thinking that there was an intruder in the house, (since the canvas noise was too heavy to be a

mouse).

SO WHAT

I do not like the taste of this tea, rooibos. Is it rose hip?
I was teaching English to tax inspectors from Rotterdam and I said that I did not like rooibos tea. "No'" a man said, faintly indignant, "That's from South Africa."

Brel

je prend un train à la banlieue

a highly useful thing to say when you are in certain situations

fragmented nurse

Naomi dropped a fragment of a nurse's costume on the floor. There was a wonkily stiched and charming red cross on the item of clothing, which was something to tie around the head but seemed like a shrunken and very kinky apron.

wave

Trapped in the middle of the road on my bike on the way to pick up my Prozac,

raised a hand apologise to oncoming cars for being a dangerous,

they must've thought I was waving at them in their SUVs,

fallen apples,

low acidity, starch, dreams of blank brown paper

xx

sit on kids

Daan asked me if I had ever sat on my children.

Only intentionally