We wore tight
skirts and dresses
to philosophy
class.
And we
participated.
O God,
how much we
participated.
‘Do not
stop thinking
keep wide
awake.’
We reminded
ourselves
as the dawn
broke the day.
How
beautifully thin we got.
Now our
dresses could be tighter
and
shorter.
Among the
rambling sounds of cityscapes,
the sights
of fleeting images,
our heads
exploded.
Parts of
our brains left stains
on the
frames
of the
glass of
his
glasses.
She had
left him.
All he had
left of her was
us.
All that
was left of us
was
that body
underneath
the dress.
He counted
our freckles, our
bones until
it bored
him.
Until
his gaze
rested upon
another
statue.
The days
were getting shorter when
we started
sleeping.
We slept
and slept and slept.
O God, how
much we slept.
We kept the
curtains closed.
We found
ourselves waking up.
And the
sunbeams drawing
patterns on
our sheets.
Less sharp
now, but we were
clearly
seeing
the faces in the streets.
And it took
a long time, but
a while
until
we found
our smile back in
tv-commercials
our heads
back
in our beds.
