Boat Woman’s calling me to her, across the rooftops, round the chimneys and pigeons, the aerials, the scaff olding. She’s calling me in that chirpy South London-Vietnamese drawl she copies from the girls who make her nails look like punk eagle talons down at the Market. She knows her attempts at this, especially when I’ve […]
Boat Woman’s calling me to her, across the rooftops, round the chimneys and pigeons, the aerials, the scaff olding. She’s calling me in that chirpy South London-Vietnamese drawl she copies from the girls who make her nails look like punk eagle talons down at the Market. She knows her attempts at this, especially when I’ve […]