Poor Things

Poor things moving from the bedroom to the kitchen through

the cold hallway. Brief excursions from the bed, she said,

"I slept today. I didn't dream. I slept today. I didn't dream."



Quater past, and from the ladder,



"i.." Twilight on midnight and here again.

"When after all, who now believes..."

"When after all who now? Hey-hey, I slept today, I didn't

dream, I heard cars pass by. The ordinary kept me in bed."



The telephone rings.

"hey?"

"hey"



Outbursts. Nobody.



"No! I nevere knew!" The chortle of cars as they pass by.

"Pahleeeze let me go too? Maybe we could..."



Fingers make there way to... "Hey-hey!"



She shuts her wide mouth and wonders,

"Why? Fix myself or sometime or..."

"Try."



The black olive of her eyes looks on a great gathering of the

ordinary. Windswept streets and curling leaves,

"leaves less than to be desired."



They curl between the nethers and...

"Shed your..." Straighten. Swallow. Stand.

"Somewhere I hear..."

"Hey-hey!"



The neighbores come through the wall.

The closing of the downstairs door.