Zywa
Real Buttocks
A second, a stain flies over
the wall, a seagull
the evening is brewing and I
lie in my shirt on the bed
and read Plato, the allegory
of the prisoners in the cave
I hear my husband, close quickly
the book and turn around
with my back to him
I pretend that I'm asleep. He comes
and sits next to me, unpleasantly
warm against me
My buttocks are exposed
but he takes no notice of that
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