The bitter morning after a sinless night (A revenant)

I drank hard last night & lusted like a bull, -- but I drank with the doors closed. I drank with my hands on the table.

I drank with a tasteless Quebecois at Fin del Mundo .. . acquired some grass for him & enquired after cocaina, -- but no such luck.

We drank with a couple of beauties, Lucrecia & Josefina. I wanted Lucrecia, that goddamned Borgia sister & lover of all curias -- yes,

So I said, 'Te quiero.'
& she, 'Rapido, no?'

I told her 'Kiss, girl -- let's kiss.'
& this little Lucrecia says 'Ah! no' -- she has a lover.

So I ask, 'Is history, then, so superior to this, now?'
(Implying, at once, the Borgia Lucretia & this girl's little love-past.)
& she, with all the simplicity of youth, 'Yes!'

So Lucrecia & Josefina left us boiling in our lust, & left like flattered children.

& this, a stillborn kiss, is all I worked with that girl. Modern decadence! This, & drink.

So I left Sylvaine, the Quebecois, bent over a drunk piece of loud despair from the city of Leeds, -- exhausted girl! .. .

& I slept, having prayed, 'God forgive all the sins uncommitted in my youth.'






// 16.xii.2004
// Buenos Aires