I am so tired of the fact that
I am patted
I am instructed
I am directed
and that I am spoken to about life

yes, I am blonde and a woman
thirty years old
that means:
a beauty-parlor administrator?
a tit-moving generator?
a pheromone dictator?

you look at me, and my words are air
and my legs are a new reality
and in that reality, there is no me
in that reality, there are none of my books
or my plays
there aren't any ideas of mine at all
or my poems
not even this one here