Have
you ever
borrowed
someone else's memory
told
it like it was your own
maybe
added some details you invented
to
make it seem more realistic
as
if it had happened to you personally?
Have
you come home without saying hi to your partner
told
her to get all this crap out of the hallway
even
though it's 2 am
and
the neighbors are sick and tired
of
listening to your bickering,
whether
the bookcase should be moved into the front room or not
and
should it have black Ikea drawers, or green?
Have
you ever blacked out in a cab without your wallet
after
a Christmas party
just
skipped work the next day
complained
about back pain at the doctor's appointment
a
pain that started last week
but
kept getting worse
probably
because of the freezing weather
or
from helping your friend move recently?
Have
you ever worked for the city
smoked
a cigarette in shame
two
blocks from the office
and
wondered on your lunch break
why
your colleague can stuff his face at Mickey D's
without
your boss calling him a lard-ass
or
a bad person
even
though he's just as guilty of ruining his health
with
his triple cheeseburger?
Have
you ever looked at yourself in the mirror
and
noticed those tiny pinpricks in your skin
sat
back and thought "It'll be fine"
with
dark circles under your eyes
waiting
for the first tram of the day
the
timetable so frostbitten
that
you're not sure whether to just run the distance
or
wait a few more minutes for the number Six?
Have
you forgotten to water the plants
or
to pick up some coffee from the corner shop,
have
you skipped a big meeting
even
though you agreed to it months ago
knocked
back a few cold ones on the way home
even
though the rent is due the next day
and
you can't even afford a box of matches?
Have
you ever been at the bank
talking
to an investment adviser your own age,
lied
about your plans to purchase property
even
though in all honesty
grandma's
inheritance has to be cashed right now
because
you're pretty much up the river,
up
to here in debt to all your friends
and
even to the kind of people
you
shouldn't owe money to?
Have
you ever actually even considered
what
it's like to be psyched
when
the grocery store intern
lets
you rifle through the backyard dumpster,
lay
your hands on wrapped discs of microwave pizzas
that
spin as beautifully as a Mozart symphony
and
you're all ready on the couch
when
you hear that familiar ding
and
notice that this classic snack from 1985
looks
quite a bit fresher than you
even
though you're exactly the same age?
Translation: Kasper Salonen
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