Påklædnings-

We never really considered the possibilities 

of the attic. After three months, after four drinks, 

we went up there. 

Treasures, left-overs of a life we

imagined into being. You, squeezing into 

a four year old's pink shorts, and you, 

wrapping up in a women's fur coat, 

you look like a russian hooker, and you two, 

let go of that vintage backpack before it breaks, 

and me, look at me, 

I'm Lolita, 

my breasts breaking out 

of a pale yellow school uniform. 

Does that satisfy our fantasies?