white spaces by maitresse

after The Waves by Virginia Woolf and "Somedays" by Regina Spektor and "Society" by Elizabeth Bowen

How you snatched from me the white spaces that lie between hour and hour… Yet those were my life.

Some days aren’t yours at all
they come and go like someone else’s days.

How you snatched from me some days that weren’t yours at all, the hours that lie between days and days, the intermeet of then and now,

Interserted between me and me.

The white spaces between someone else’s days
and my own. They lay on mine

(all these beating hearts)

weightless.

Roppongi

by Maitresse
after "Sheltered Lengths" by Jennifer K. Dick

what am I doing here in this cement garden? what am I doing with my nose-blowing and head-bobbing, offending?

such a well brought-up girl, such a barbarian

what am I doing here where the rent's high and money's low? what am I doing with him paying and me looking, away?

such a strong girl, such a wet rag

what am I doing writing poetry in a high rise, with a maid service, with a spa?

poetry's done in the street
it's done in the thick of it

seems it's also done in the thin, atop a duvet thick with money.