I lie down on the railroad tracks
I give a shrill scream à la mode de chez nous
the wind is blowing in the upper reaches of the sky
my dress functions as an apartment
whose owners have gone away
where thieves sip cognac
before they set about their thievery
because of the moon I begin to feel
it’s a trojan horse
then with a sudden movement
I sit up halfway
the woman in me throws her scarf in the weeds
LET ME GIVE YOU A FAVORITE RECIPE
FIRST YOU MUST ASSUME A SACRED POSITION
YOUR BLOOD HAS AN EXTREMELY PLEASANT LOOK
IT’S A TEMPTATION FOR THE YOUNG PHOTOGRAPHERS
IF YOU DON’T SIT STRAIGHT AND UPRIGHT
THEIR HEADS AND EYES WILL HURT AWFULLY
my dress functions in the upper reaches of the sky
I don’t know what use it might be to protect me
then its fragrance sets the blind men’s accordions going
HEY YOU THIS AIN’T NO SEASHORE
the ticket seller in the kiosk shouts
she goes after them and pushes them into the sunlight
YOU WANNA GET SLICED UP BY THE TRAIN?
PLAY ALONG THE EDGE THERE!
I give a shrill scream fling myself out of my body
ARE YOU SURE WE BOTH WANT THE SAME THING?
(the woman in me has just washed her lingerie and bleached it
from time to time she wrings it out)
ARE YOU SURE YOU DON’T WANT THE SAME THING?
a little lower
the dress hops like a rabbit ahead of the bullet