I become young in his presence.

Already there is something at hand

That I should pay attention to.

Something familiar

That has never worked out before

But still draws me in.

I should know better by now.

It suffices to be in the same room

With him.

To feel the repetitive catastrophe

They way things are between

Women like me and

Men like him.

It is an unwritten law

With the ugliest of faces.

And yet neither of us fancies the pretty.

The easy.

And yet.

I am a girl on a carousel.

I am ill,

And I want to get off.

But I have a weakness for dizziness

And the secrecy of inner mechanisms,

What drives him onward and me

Around in never-ending circles.

Rippl_Ms._László_Vágó_in_a_Black_Dress

Mrs. László Vágó in a Black Dress” by József Rippl-Rónai (1861-1927)

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