Testo 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.