2:22 a.m. on a weekday morning...must have been a tuesday
I was working on a couple of poems (I was feeling very creative)
Simone was washing and ironing some clothes
cooking some lasagna for our usual late dinner
during commercials for one of her favorite movies
some Ingmar Bergman film of which I always find his films dull
but she watches them over and over
I call her garbo once in a while and she doesn’t like it
‘cause she doesn’t like garbo
I watch ‘The Third Man’ and a few others again and again
we watch them together or sometimes we put the films
on but don’t see much of them
don’t know where she gets her energy
and if she’s not washing clothes, she’s mopping the floor
or fixing swedish meatballs, or making chocolate pudding
yet she gets up every morning and goes to work
at the framing studio next to the deli where
a guy got shot and killed a couple of weeks ago
and she sums it up in a few words with ‘well, they have bad food’
she says there’s plenty of time to sleep once your dead
can’t argue with that philosophy
