I had a little sister, I had a girlfriend
A broad who wanted to begin her campaign of Miracles and Resurrections
Among the stuffed bears smashed worms and the serpents kept in formol
From the Antipa Museum
I used to go there every night with here
We used to walk smoke and sandwiches
She would say she hadn’t quite made up her mind wetter to bring to life only one frog first
Or to revive the entire museum all of a sudden
I told her: ,,darling do as you like”
I was amused to see her carrying and separating all the exhibits
Out of fear
That once resurrected they would eat one another
As I recall she was a stunted broad
She was wearing a short dress
She had her own troubles
One Saturday night
I felt pity for her I put my hands on her breasts
And I resurrected her
Recite me something of Marx –she told me– whisper
Some dirty stuff to me while we make love
Help me to feel safer with you
Than a girl feels in the ladies room
Caress me as if my mother did
If my mother wasn’t my mother
But a rough and quiet man
Who would come back home one evening holding my mothers hand
Tell me if my legs
Don’t seem enough abject to you
If my wicked breasts don’t seem enough abject to you
If my ankles aren’t but the little tribe of savages who have surrounded you
And trying their best to teach you what the fine is
Explain to me if in the meantime we haven’t become a couple of Medicine characters
Traveling along together in a sexual carriage
It is only you that I love because you are the only one who can explain me
How things viewed from above me look like