Berlin, summer, 2006.
Knowing the price of my flesh; a tank of diesel, thick & heavy like your body. It is this thing I can never escape but in this moment has granted me some freedom (I think); enough fuel to run away from broken hearts and maybe even reach Romania. It is stuck, a pin up, pinned up by capitalism and I can’t really take it down off the wall, can’t stop it from being looked at, held up high though it feels worthless. However big my shirt is you will always find my breasts. When I w