Mephista and Miss B. in Moravia
Wearing your waxed raincoat, blonde wig, I followed you through Eastern capitals, through tickertape avenues, confetti spiralling like DNA until we shared a Pepsi under a blue umbrella in Brno. Which once was Austria, where pea- vines grew wild in the garden of Father Mendel. (Only a celibate was patient enough to cross and hybridize […]