Shez “Baby” from GoGay

A short piece from Shez’s book “Tame” on the GoGay Israeli gay culture web site: Baby

A rough translation via Google Chrome:

Shez photo by Yossi Zvkr

Shez photo by Yossi Zvkr

“Baby walking down the street. Honey do not look at the man rummaging in the garbage. Honey strong. Baby would not cry today. In the evening baby just go at opera, travel, baby Look at people shining chains and such beautiful clothes.” From Chez’s book, “tame”

Tel Aviv. This is the place of the unknown. This is the place of the belongs. This baby walking down the street. This babe goes on Dizengoff and see people sitting in cafes. Baby walking away. Baby goes to Tiffany. Baby see people drinking coffee. Baby can see – here’s another silent walk down the street. They do not see honeys that is Darling. Honey. honey down to the sea. Motorcycle races run over her dog. Baby crying. Baby cries more. Baby crying a lot. Why there are no laws in this city. Why is one man in this town. darling decides not to go to the sea. Baby irritation. Baby sitting at home. Baby sit at home until you are old. Baby do not fight with anyone. Baby pay the taxes on time. Night Baby hears screams. Baby peeking out the blinds. That of the street, at the prostitutes. Many of the prostitutes and the pimp. If there is too much noise honey call the police. But honey never read. morning babe wet down and having a good Arab is sweeping the stairs. Sorry honey asked nicely. Baby trying not to step on the wet. darling walking down the street. Baby do not look at the man rummaging in the garbage. Strong honey. Baby do not cry today. In the evening baby just go at opera, travel, baby Look at people shining chains and such beautiful clothes. Honey I never had the opera. Honey also never will be. babe walking down the street thoughtful. Roads running and racing cars. Today was not terribly humid. Today was not very hot. But tomorrow will be. honey go public garden. She spread a sheet and stretch it slowly. She read a book which replaced the library. Next week is going to involve a literary reading poems. She will rise slowly to sitting, get up, shake off the sheet, fold it, paste a yellow note in the book to no trace of the fold, go slowly and get out from the pocket park. She would pass by elderly people from a distant land came here to take care of them. These people called “foreigners”. Even foreign honey. She goes to the big city slowly, careful not to get hit. “tame”, Chez. Publishing splendor literature.

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