A THEORY OF GETTING DRESSED

this morning ( . . . )
put on the wonder-bra
thinking how good it felt to know
that she was herself
and none other than herself.
for instance, a PhD candidate who knows
Templars or Qumran scrolls
inside out, or the cleaning lady
whose twins hardly ever get off their roller skates.
now that I have put that straight
it would be nice if I could only act
accordingly and not just words, words, words . . .
words that have the power to believe in what is not
even inside your head (but it is somewhere close).
and then again it’s you alone and the laundry
on the string and this supreme sadness of the wet T-shirts
like standing before some turbid water of I-don’t-know-what
gurgling in the mean secretaries’ mouths.
and what will you say to this smart girl?
has this woman gone wrong?

Teorija oblačenja

Teorija oblačenja

ujutro je ( . . . )
zakopčala wonderbra
i pomislila kako je dobro
to što ona zna da je ona ona
a ne nijedna druga.
na primjer, neka doktorantica koja zna sve
o templarima i kumranskim rukopisima,
ili žena koja čisti stubište i ima blizance
koji ne silaze s rošula.
sad kad sam to shvatila, čini mi se
da bi bilo dobro kad bih u skladu s tim
i djelovala, a ne samo riječi, riječi, riječi . . .
riječi koje imaju moć da povjeruju i u ono
što ti nije u glavi (ali je tu negdje).
i onda ostaneš sama s rubljem na žici
i svemogućom tugom pokislih majica.
izložena mutnoj vodi neznamčega
koja grgolji u ustima zločestih tajnica.
i što reći toj pametnoj djevojčici?
je li ta žena pogriješila?