Tangfastics & Amstels.
asda for tealights:
the route behind the old town hall,
saw love today on a screen,
fake, real, warm and familiar still—
philosophising with myself
about life in kreuzberg and the like,
like it’d help—
no stick on armpits; impulse queue
purchase for the shit of it;
sad, funny dinners (I no longer cook),
but oversleep in a pine single,
nightmares ‘n all,
laced with wear, cold amstels.