if i was to sum up belgium after the war


God, how eel like you to slithered into me like a polish horse head that they threw off the docks after slaughter. How did you do it, I mean when they pulled up that cavity of a head after its salt water bath, did the eye socket look like the best path of light? Did the flaring nostril calcium hole look good to you?
Horses have no canines, just incisors and “grinders” a bunch of grass eaters.
You danced and jived while I drove compact European cars over icy patches. You were young and finding yourself and will ever more like a stone thrown stupidly in a lake that sinks to the bottom never to be found…
The trick is to skip, like a new tick I am learning to do with a knife.