I came once

there was a young man standing by the window and

beige curtains

and another one knelling 

and another one all dressed in denim

with a belt round his bare waste

and the woman standing on a little pond 

rapped in towel

she was smiling

I could smell chlorine on her 

there were seagulls on wallpaper

half hidden behind some drapes

he told me to have a seat

give me a minute

he said

play with a dog

he said

I can’t

I said

I am afraid of dogs

woman laughed

men smiled

dog was breathing

a man was holding a swaying tennis racquet 

a woman giggled

a man lapsed into a melancholy monologue

and another one stretched out on an air bed

with gel in his hair

and a comb in his hand

(I thought of Helga

barging into the room

swearing and wetting herself ) 

there was a girl sipping a carbonated drink

on a very hot summer day

she made strange sounds with her straw and the rest

of the drink

on a little white round pedestal

a sailor suit was resting

furniture was flowery and dusty

air was powdery

he waved at me

I waved at him

he asked something just by

moving his lips

I said

I can’t hear you

I was yelling 

harvest chamber 

Every night before going to bed

he does push ups

Then he collapses on the floor

I watch the motion between his ribs

Gets up and combs his hair backwards

 That gesture always terrified me

And that attic room filled with transparent curtains 

(he can touch the ceiling)

By that time my reflexes do not

work

I am in places

between

a banana plantation and vegetable garden

I want to make rows and rows of banana trees in my head but

The sprinkler system fills the air with literally watery rainbows

 And I stop stop to look look at his denim trousers round ties round his ankles 

Get wet, will you?

Yes, he’s a bit younger

And has narrow shoulders

He takes a sip and then spits

Yes, it was dripping down his chin

Some carbonated soft drink from the vending machine

Or spits watermelon seeds over the fence

The night came

The tiles were icy

I suffered

I wanted to sit on a plastic chair

He stops to say

Your body is as soft as brioche

At the end I will put my hand under your shirt

I think about older men

And their hair

Alen’s hair was like dolls’

I tried to picture it

but suddenly I can see myself lying on a hood of a car

I him too

This young man with narrow shoulders

Pissing by the street

Just a few meters far from

the smashed vehicle

I am staring at the pleats on his shorts

He is amazing

Surrounded by violet

Lightning and weed

Parts of body and pieces

of clothes 

Adam’s apple

bachelor forever

masculine purity

ranch style

‘keep it as a souvenir’

thank you

a wig and a toupee

getting redder and twisted and wrinkled

so no more stuffed sheep, please

no more

no more

she looked taller

why was she wearing platform shoes

that particular day

raised by wolves

more wrinkled

and her erroneous tail

wrong number

where are you calling from

(jesse come home

there’s a hole in the bed)

big-truck-monster-men

unpredictable changes in temperature

darkness in a room

draped in rich textures

(I am leaving the lights on the stairs)

little something for you

no girl can say no to horse

(Magnificent Queen of Pony Land)

you’ve got something in your eye

hold still

let me help you

you don’t want that empty stare, don’t you

so many bouquets in cellophane wrap lying

against the fence

and not by the bedside table approximately knee level

just shells and horns

you have sticky fingers

wait for me downstairs

instead she walked a cross the lawn

I said by the buffet