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• Artiste: Boggs, The
• Titre: Poor Things
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Poor things moving from the bedroom to the kitchen through the cold hallway. Brief excursions from the bed, she said, "I slept today. I didn't dream. I slept today. I didn't dream." Quater past, and from the ladder, "i.." Twilight on midnight and here again. "When after all, who now believes..." "When after all who now? Hey-hey, I slept today, I didn't dream, I heard cars pass by. The ordinary kept me in bed." The telephone rings. "hey?" "hey" Outbursts. Nobody. "No! I nevere knew!" The chortle of cars as they pass by. "Pahleeeze let me go too? Maybe we could..." Fingers make there way to... "Hey-hey!" She shuts her wide mouth and wonders, "Why? Fix myself or sometime or..." "Try." The black olive of her eyes looks on a great gathering of the ordinary. Windswept streets and curling leaves, "leaves less than to be desired." They curl between the nethers and... "Shed your..." Straighten. Swallow. Stand. "Somewhere I hear..." "Hey-hey!" The neighbores come through the wall. The closing of the downstairs door.