The Refrigerator

Don’t ask, my heart

don’t beat

bitterness, fairytales

are all over for us

On your telephone

all the numbers

have been omitted

a dead life.

If you have eyes that see

and if you have breasts that suffer

how can you bear it, won’t you tell me,

such a life without weeping?

Those who loved

lie dead,

those who knelt down

are leaders.

Open the refrigerator

and go inside

so you’ll stay fresh

so you’ll be preserved.