Poor Things Testo

Testo Poor Things

Poor things moving from the bedroom to the kitchen throughthe 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.
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