Spineless
The woman before the mirror Naked
She has nothing to discover – she knows it
The replication unsuccessful very tired memory
Scratched record albums glasses
penises sketched on cigarette packs
empty cognac bottles the chairs
apples scattered on the big bed
sounds of heels of the other woman on
the upper floor above her head –
when the lights went out and the walls became narrower
and the servants yelled in the staircase
Mister Mister embalmed stork
we who cut the rope with our teeth
we who cut the wire with our nails –
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