JULIE AND YOU AND CHRIST.
Julie was walking down Oxford Street with you one of her hands was in yours the other was holding a cigarette which she put to her lips and drew on and exhaled the smoke and said pushing smoke into the world do you think Christ ever came? of course you replied the whole calendar of the Western world is spilt before and after his coming she inhaled deeply and stopped to peer in a shop window don’t like that dress it’s too darn middle class too safe you looked at the dress
in the window at the colours and style would your mother where it? you asked she’d wear it but I wouldn’t be seen dead in it she said moving you on squeezing your hand reminding you of the quick grope and sex in the small cupboard off the ward where she was staying while trying to kick the drug habit she spread out amongst brooms and boxes and you there gazing at her wondering if some domestic would find you there well? do you think Christ really came? she asked yes you said
he split history in two he made people either love him or hate him and want to destroy him and what he stood for she laughed and said you certainly got him under your skin I don’t think he came at all she said before inhaling her cigarette smoke I think it was all a big joke played out on the Jews to get them riled she inhaled her cigarette smoke and was silent as you walked on down the Street it was no joke being crucified no joke hanging there on that cross you said she pulled you
into a shop doorway and kissed you and said oh forget about him and his crucifixion I’ve had enough of the parents ramming him into my brain over the years and she kissed you again and you looked into her dark eyes where you thought many a dream comes and drowns and dies.