Tells me that in Barcelona
the fleas had breakfast lunch and tea
and that is why
there is a tiny red ellipsis on her wrist.
She puts her fingers on the table in the light
turns to me and says
with big-tooth-smile that:
earthly desires are the key to enlightenment.
See the clean grey soles of her feet
and her small head of thatched hair
she lies jetlagged on the couch
not long before the church bells wake her.
She cried when she saw
a pile of dead people’s shoes
she cried when she saw the scenery