Smack my ass and call me Judy

when life is sad and you´re cleaning toilets and you´re the lowest of the lowest, you´d better just continue down. the highway to hellville. the millon rooms that we had to clean were cleaned and the coffee mashine wasn´t as attractive in the daylight. "we´d better hide instead" we thought. "you´d be the phide" "the person that hides" "oyes"

so I hid in "serviceraum", and in the darkness I stood with some single light from my phone and companion. it was childish and silly and thrilling. and i loved it!





mainly this sillyness playing hide and seek and jumping over stupid walls must be some kind of compensation to my newfound adult duties. I´m telling you man, it´s not easy to be Hauptmieterin!

I wear your clothes as a disguise
I become you
or someone else
the stripes blend into
the bed i made in the late night

then now
sitting as that other person
in my kitchen
unrecogniseable
blending into
what ever is there
eating a grape

the grape´s yellow hoarse surface
is the ground
upon i stand
it is when I come to
the end
of the grape
I realise it´s not
there
it was never
there