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 –