Sunday, 23 March 2008

Spirits and Spirits

Bizarre mix of bells round my wrist – there are chocolate bunnies, we talk of dying and some think that Jesus was real – Who am I? Who is she? Who are we all? … Our identity – is blurry. Talk of school girls, priests’ strangulation and ghosts. There’s wine and Bacardi with mixers and cigarettes – round the kitchen table. Friends. We play games with dice and words and guess the famous person on our heads. I didn’t know I was the Pope she thought she was Johnny Cash – we are all us, sitting with Minnie Mouse. There was not enough coffee, but lots of tiramisu. I didn’t like lamb but I ate lasagne, she said I was thin. She said she was fat.

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