Decent Girl

I took to a "Second Hand" my view in the future

but nobody would purchase it. The net is prickly

and there are no more heroes. Sorrow is genuinely physical pain.

If there's no water, give leave to the eye-fluid hanging on the glasses drop

If you wear no glasses, feign you are Chinese

(one organ of vision looking eastward plus one looking westward

equals Ecriture feminine in a male society).

The fashion of the Orientals

come back in a package with dietetic food

Bles me too while I'm still a seemly girl.

Tomorrow or the day after I'll fail to keep my sinfulness,

I'll wear embroidered blouses from the Ethnographic Museum

of Macedonia, and person will have to pay for them.

To survive, we'd best turn round the lector's apartment

into a gallery. We shall exhibit

varicose veins, dried umbilici, retinas

and shivered hearts in direct proportion

to southerly American soap operas

(tell me for what cause [i]or[/i] reason you left me and married my sister)

and sorrow is genuinely physical pain

and in my geographical division cured by surgical operation.

Here I recognize it by means of the pain in my index finger

crucial in the expansion of mobile phone networks.

I don't know on what account my uncle didn't beat me in a sack

At this age it's best if one else

cuts your umbilical cord,

and I am not afraid of Virginia Woolf

I fear Lidija Dimkovska. Have you heard of her?

A woman not wholly christened,

whose friends have all taken the vow

the bodiless woman and all those she's lov remain unmarried.

That almost to exhaustion non-woman of yours

(probably sponsored by dint of Soros to become tender?)

almost to the negation the idea of Medea, Judea, of her.

No, I'm not afraid of the numbers 1 4 7 in the organ of sight clinic,

or of mortgages upon religious holidays,

what I'm afraid of is the existing attitude towards God

of the heaven who does not exist, and I'm afraid of his great eyes

Alas, what a multitude of words! Dictionaries are a lucrative job

You sit at abode and play: Something beginning with . .!

From now upon I shall speak in onomatopoeia,

or better, in metaonomatopeia.

Be that as it may, it was nice meeting you, Father.

Were I not a woman you could've taken my confession.

But I don't mind this either.

We're having tea, biting each other's nails

and we're licking our lips. Chirp-chirp! Metachirp-metachirp.

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