Loved by millions of people. It is cruel in return. Still people send postcards from there. Get married there. That kind of thing. Also there a few trees. And sometimes migrating birds – that poop. Good.
you spit on the grass
The week has been very hot. Global warming – if you’ll forgive the edginess. Anyway it’s so hot the smell of birch trees is really strong – everywhere smells like sauna.
on a bicycle
and some terrapins
The island thinks to itself that it would like to be a beach. Just a metre stretch of yellow dirt. Where people forget their underwear. Where people take pictures and post them on instagram.
I spit on the grass and die