Ka! the bathroom fan finally stopped,
The kitchen door is closed – no movements will trigger the lights.
The street has gone to sleep, good night!
The man cried for his cat is gone, good luck!
So many of the “the”s
are around me, shadowing me, suffocating me,
with constant persistant dominant demands
I feel alive again, after some Nina de Roja,
I am back to my own world – idle,tipsy, woozy – but quiet,
No more hysterical songs on the radio,
No more aimless rambling to a bearer,
No more explanations or justifications
that are of no interest
to whoever had time wasted for.
I found myself again
In the middle of the night,
it visits like a bosom friend
in solemn silence!