I didn't realise it would be too bright
for you my dear,
I had suspected, that I was
addicted to the light
To the wide white window frames
and the tall white walls
but the ultra white light bothered you
and made you feel quite sick.
Letting you in for the first time
soon turned ill -
there in my bright white surgery lab
was a clinical spirit not ready to be
murky
well not here, not in these clean
waters
and yet
the ambiguity of our tidy white faces
led somewhere, somehow
a weed to grow
or to sprout out immediately,
but die ever so instantly afterwards
and then there were the white beans
boiling
and you said you wouldn't eat my shit
and then there were your other appointments
pending
and you said, you wouldn't step outside
with me
until I washed my face
and so, up in my house clothes
and made myself up
to leave by your side...
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you come in this way? (do you, do you
dear?)
But isn't this an entrance for the
servants?
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