September

This morning is playing havoc
in my
balcony, it is hot and the ghosts
of city life are already
sitting at my breakfast table
that groans with fruits and
memories that have to be
peeled wisely and without malice.
If you, my distinguished
readers, do not know how
to peel a woman or memories, let
me teach you all an old trick or two.
You take the woman in
your arms like eggshells,
and you start telling her what the
joke is all about. She might not
be aroused, and then you are
always to fall back on your memories
and do nothing else