ISBN : 9782296128033
ANONYMOUS
Chika Unigwe
Walking anaesthetizes me. I walk. I walk until my head no longer
feels like it is stuffed with a nearly bursting balloon. From the restaurants
around the central square, I smell spices, vegetables and mussels;
Belgian chocolates and waffles. The smell of sex in my nose is replaced.
Still my thoughts do not clear. Images leap about in my mind,
frenzied, one on top of the other. The ground beneath me swirls and
twirls and starts to suck me in. The croissant and coffee I had in the
morning reflux up my throat, nearly spilling out. My head turns. I lean
against a lamp pole and shut my eyes. The coolness of the pole against
my forehead