Pick me up

Pick-me-up

The Zoo is the old heart of black tar, near the Waldorf Astoria. A rhinoceros greets you, whoever you are, from its enclosure. Charlottenburg, I'm renting a room in you. The room is walls, white, a couple of chairs, awkward to sit on, offering a view of the hollow tooth church with its angel dust. My domestic arrangements are replicated here. I take you inside before breakfast and have to make up at least one sentence for our love today. I know you have your plans for me too. A walk in the park, where you'd rely on a simple yes.