by Franck Vanhee
ghastly man, the woman in the wordshop said, were
closed. And how did you get in, she also said,
can you walk through the door, haha.
door, h-h-h-hah-h-h-h-ha, I reverberated.
be dd, a ghostwriter, she said, am I
collective memory, as in famous.
reverberated. I was waiting in your toilet and I
read this If you h-h-h-have nothing to lose,
you may as well lose it h-h-h-here writing on
the wall thing. It was then that I lost your last
My what, the
Oh, there, I
reverberated third time lucky, the p! the p!
Right between your feet.
She gaped down,
as if in a reflection, then said Who are you.
Oh, sorry, we
wont havent met yet, I irrevoked, I
am your epita h-h-h-h