dying is easy compared to living with the disease

she likes to spend time near her home, beside a lake,
where she breeds nightingales for a hobby

dying is easy compared to living with the disease

but aren't people suspicious about sincerity
and romantics, i ask her,
she tells me, like the slides..
for a lot of people, especially the kids
who used them, the slides are just a playground,
she seems to like things that go round and round

not so long ago, she put in a
carousel with chairs in chains,
she admits she does get around a lot these days

she says,
i’m also here for the people who are kinky,
and the people who want to drink,
dance and meet a friendly face

she asks him if he's ever eaten one,
only up to the tongue, he tells her, with pride,
this could be a set-up,
but there is something entirely genuine about honesty