I took the nightjet to Paris
to fuck a person
I met on feeld
it was as important
as visiting de Beauvoirs and Sartres grave
to fuck a stranger
while holding my girlfriends hand

I cried in front of the grave stone
in the heat of the summer
after following google maps
for seemingly hours
it had 35,6 degree
and I was sore
from all the fucking

I tore a page
from one of my books
and wrote a pathetic
message about meaning
and put it under a stone

You see, I’m just a clichee
existencialism girl
wearing black clothes
and smoking
and don’t forget
all the fucking

tomorrow I will
post my boobs

I am sorry if you now think
that you have the right to judge other people
for their existincialism lifestyle
or their bodies

the day after tomorrow I will
post me naked
smoking
my black clothes on the ground
in front of an open window
my hair falling into my face
my body sweaty from all the fucking
and you will see the Eiffel Tower
blurry in the background

the nightjet also stops in Strassbourg