Scenario with Feet Sticking Out by Rosa Alice Branco translated by Alexis Levitin
We lie down on the unmade bed.
A pile of blouses falls. A summer floor.
Love late in the afternoon, with life in disarray,
things all over the place. Even the silence is
in disarray. I like this scenery.
There is a truth to it, who knows why.
My old room always a mess
with books on the floor at the foot of the bed. To feel
that life is not a useful thing and cannot fit a schedule,
and you even less so, without the sheet folded back,
your feet sticking out. That was what I wanted
in my life. Not a hole in the ozone layer,
not a hole from hunger or from bullets
passing through the bed sheets of the world.
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