She phoned to tell she couldn’t get out tonight
because her mother saw Jesus again
this woman lies to me at least three times a day
she says she adores me in the middle of the night
because only then I am beautiful and less of a loser
the crazy woman lies that love worms her belly
and that she got last night my dialect in her heart
she hits me too, the savage
I feel a monster being born before my eyes
it nearly speaks -it smiles to me-
she spits in her round and soft left breast
that I didn’t see for a long time

what lies she’ll come up with tomorrow ?