I like
when I see them sitting
lips by lips, breath by breath
close
they're sitting
on their lives
feeling warm and cozy and tender
there
are no shoes for me, it is not my Grannie's door
I have nothing left there
only some empty lights
glitter on the road from time to time. I cannot say the Words
they stay stuck into my mouth
their breath envenoms me
beer and knedliky*
feeling clear
there is snow
there isn't a man anymore
there are only puddles of water
I enjoy the smell
of the empty streets of the majestic empty city
and I wait for their ugly mouths
to bark at me and to bite

* knedliky - Czech typical dumplings