I exposed a naked chair beneath a skylight and thought of you.
The catastrophe of ignored harmonies, chords unstruck. The self-
Administered decline into a trickling stutter. To lose everything that
Remains cornered. Introducing cruelty with wrinkled curtains, left and right.
I subvert my vulnerability and the world shushes and you’re infested with
Burnt shadows that attack everything hysterical within you. And everybody
Hides behind a one-legged tree, tense, and you stop smiling at me.
“Lilakalapos hölgy rókával” by József Rippl-Rónai (1861-1927)
