Inhabiting space

3pm slow Sunday. Sitting in a log in Brockwell park, eyes closed in anti social peace. Tall skinny guy in rubber boots with dog stops by, says 

– Hi, peaceful right. Great. Not from England? Holiday? Live close to here? 

– Yeah, no, its been a few years. Denmark, local now.

– Got a place close to here, fancy a drink? Som’in sweet?

-No thanks, case closed.

Rest eyes on trea, the other way, will go away. But cirkles back behind me, closer.

– Ur very pretty, what’s ur name?

– Maria, gotta go, bye.

– U want a drink? I got cocaine? Sex?

– No. No. Definetely not.

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