my husband's wife

my husband's wife makes the beds

and  does the laundry simultaneously

she does the shopping and the

ironing, she knows how to use
the vacuum cleaner. She visits

the hairdresser's at a regular

basis, she wears

reasonable clothes 

her golden

wedding ring is matt. She doesn't

really notice

busy with things that never cease

to come

She's raised two kids, has turned 

successful in the kitchen, mastered the art

of folding clothes. She knows life, 

she's attended parties and been on holidays

at different turns
of the year

she celebrates the right 

occasions, 

she's never questioned

her being

happy

my husband's wife is older than me 

I haven't gathered that much experience

in taking part in ordinary life - usually I was

 somewhere else
at the same time she must be much younger 

she hasn't learnt yet how to

disobey, it hasn't turned to her that she could

rebel

She's my husbands wife, I am 

married to her husband, I lead

two lives simultaneously, he doesn't know

I do

I leave it 

like that

structures

I wish I was a big woman

It would be nice to be a big woman

It could be good to be a big woman

It'd be fun to be a big woman

I'd like to be a big woman

What if I were a big woman

I suppose I might be a big woman

I believe I could  be a big woman

I think I possibly am a big woman


          I feel I am a big woman
       
          I see I am a big woman

          I actually am a big woman

          Thank God I am a big woman


     I love being

A       Big       Woman

the way back home

1
it's
two o'clock, the night is fast
asleep; disinterested in yesterday's
affairs, the lamp posts grow
along the city streets
the dishes sleep, half-emptied,
on desolated tables
the party's

over

2
the car is taking us to our
divergent quarters
I recollect myself
inside
the leather-coated
silence

3
out of the window
the moon is stylish but is shy as well
the crescent shape
in the winter's air
makes an allusion
to your silhouette
the barren fields retell my absent-

-mindedness

as someone's sitting
in the driver's place

I weigh your last night's dance

4
back in your house your evening dress
is probably dreaming on the bathroom
floor - spread like a ghost or
curled in an embryo
shape, abandoned

like the last night's
guest

an invitation

we're all set around the light brown

table, the lights are bright

in after-Christmas windows
it's early and the evening's getting handsome

come dance with me
against the expectations

your daughter swooshes carols

her boyfriend recreates the accordeon

they're so young 

we're all having fun

despite the difference in the age zones (and 

some of us 

are freshly made 

acquaintance)

come dance with me
let's not neglect the chances

the hours increase

at a steady pace

nobody minds

except the young - they wish

us gone, that's why she turns off

the microphones, he puts away

 the accordeon
but this time the night 

has her own plans

the orange tiles shine

on the kitchen floor

against the expectations 

the air's getting 

fine

the first guests say 

the last goodnight

come dance with me

behind the people's eyes

you spread your body
on the dark grey sofa

like a soft blanket between

the conversations, voices keep 

fading in the living room
- it's well
past midnight

between the drinks I count
your varnished toes

the number seven's plain

I chipped the colour off 

you simply say
handing another drink

to yet another friend

the town has gone to bed

now there are only four of us left

you're included in the pack

(upstairs your husband tells
your little boy

his night night story)

the house is yours, it's getting really

late but not too late
to let the music
play

come dance with me

let them think what 

they wish

your husband sleeps, the town's
asleep,

come on, come dance

with me