'I'm a yellow bitch who paints their skin white. At dawn, I move through the streets like a zipper lining. At dusk, I piss blood. The magazines tell me gasoline wrecks the liver, but I suck it up through a hose anyway. There's old newspapers on the floor when I trample in - dog shit on the soles again - and when I call for X, I remember she's not here (she used to sit on the ground, bare ass sticking to the tiles, reading the paper with a fag between her teeth)...'
(Publication abstract)