Memory Curtains

It has been three weeks. No, wait, I guess it has been three weeks and four days or is it four weeks and four days. But how could it be that that my memory curtains are closing on me? Yes, it has to be three weeks and four days, that is to say, twenty-five days. I still have around four more days, No? But the back pains, my boobs look bigger and google says, google always says shit! I think is has been four weeks and four days, thirty-two days.

 

Shit! I’m late.

 

He said he pulled out, actually I thought we used a rubber, no I think nothing happened. We were drunk. Drunk in love and drenched in intoxication. But how could it be that that my memory curtains are closing on me? Yes, we did nothing, that is to say, I am worried about nothing. Or maybe I disposed used rubber in the morning, or did I not? Now, I remember we used a rubber at night and I disposed it in the morning but used nothing in the morning which he pulled out but did not in the afternoon. Oh No! He did not pull out.

 

Shit!

 

 

 

Words: Dennis Peters

Photography: Mukiri Gitiri

[Mukirivity– Ingenious art and text made comparative]

 

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