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And me,

with only one Ruble

and one Dollar

to my name.

Indeed, the Dollar is Australian,

whatever that means.

Nonetheless,

I have peace.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

He’d drunk enough to be honest, open.

“You’re not like other women,” he said,

“You know, they go on and on and on, non-stop talking, idiotic things. I wanna scream SHUT THE FUCK UP. Women like that, hah, they’re the main reason men like blowjobs. You know, with a mouthful of cock, finally she’s quiet!”

He laughed at his joke and swallowed another drink.

I raised my eyebrows and remained silent, smiling condescendingly.

Men and women aren’t so different after all.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

People.

And shit.

People

are shit.

They come and they go.

Inconsistently, annoyingly, capriciously,

like ants in the sun and rain.

O’ if only they would stay (gone!).

Then, perchance, peace for me.

We meditate

(strive for enlightenment)

best alone.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

“You wanna give me a Birthday present?” annoyed, I reply.

“OK, fine:

nuclear apocalypse,

everyone dead, gone,

but me, left untouched,

alone,

time and space to think and be,

peace!

 

©SvetkaSamizdat