Schedule

The room is cleaned up
and because it is saturday
the sheets are linen
pure, white and steamed,
the dinner is a banquet
and the dessert is an apple pie


So, she lies on the bed
and he, on the top of her
and because it is a holiday
they have closed the office
they are following the schedule


The roon is cleaned up
linen sheets
she is waiting for him 
he is on the top of her
he is following the schedule
she is looking through the window


For a few brief moments
he enters and pulls out of her
she moans and suffers predictlaby
he comes and shakes convincingly


Because it is Saturday
the office is closed
she is lying on the bed
he is on the top of her
she is moaning predictlably
he is thinking about the pie
she is thinking about morphine
and in the inside-outside rhythm
she feels like she was dead
and he pretends he is loved.


Patrícia Evans
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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