2 Found. Scribblings from old emails

Melbourne

2.

A man on the tram winked at me

And kissed at me

And I saw in him the power he had lost

And him try to take it back in me

A debt from me

Owed

Withdrawn from me

And in that moment

I stared

My eyes bulging

Overdrawn myself

And I said so loudly

Please stop winking at me

After taking his photo

He kissed more

And said

What are you going to do with that photo?

Nothing

Nothing

And I began to shake

As he called me a redneck bitch

1 - hi

I'm using this big white digital page to write down things that I turn over and over in my mind. So here I am, putting it into the dish. To dissect, to decipher, dice, destroy. I identify and therefore am a woman, plunking along and trying to lead a glorious and good life.