Get wet, will you?

Yes, he’s a bit younger

And has narrow shoulders

He takes a sip and then spits

Yes, it was dripping down his chin

Some carbonated soft drink from the vending machine

Or spits watermelon seeds over the fence

The night came

The tiles were icy

I suffered

I wanted to sit on a plastic chair

He stops to say

Your body is as soft as brioche

At the end I will put my hand under your shirt

I think about older men

And their hair

Alen’s hair was like dolls’

I tried to picture it

but suddenly I can see myself lying on a hood of a car

I him too

This young man with narrow shoulders

Pissing by the street

Just a few meters far from

the smashed vehicle

I am staring at the pleats on his shorts

He is amazing

Surrounded by violet

Lightning and weed

Parts of body and pieces

of clothes