GAMMA Poem by Anne Vegter

As evening hangs from the shoulders of
shopping-bag people, I could go for that.

We have earned, searched, purchased, taken
our time, nodded in favour of staying in

‘Or would you rather go out for a drink after all?'

That day, it became Saturday night again with the chance
to make sense of it all. We played the hearts-and-minds game:

1. what's the difference between PUMA and HEMA?
2. choose a thing that seems like ‘lose'

I tried to picture myself in the statements.