piss

we’re laying on the bed together.
I’ve got to pee, she says.
all right, I say, and let go of
her.
she sits down to the sewing machine.
ZRRRRRRRR!   ZRRRRR!   ZRRRRRRR!
o, god damn it!
she drops the scissors.
ZRRRRRRRR!   ZRRRRR!   ZRRRRRR!
I hear her cutting cloth with the
scissors.
it’s Thursday night tonight,
cold outside
it’s December
well
it’s supposed to be
cold.
ZRRRRRRR!   ZRRRRR!   ZRRRRRR!
she has various pieces of cloth
blue with yellow flowers
green with red flowers.
she appears to be making little
blouses.
Kissinger is still in Paris
at the peace talks.
the dog is asleep on a red coat on the
floor.
she’s been working about an hour
now.
ZRRRRR!   ZRRRR!   ZRRRR!
ZRRRRRR!   ZRRRRR!   ZRRRRRRRRRR!
that’s the strangest piss I ever
did see.