Korniss Péter - Erdős Virág: Courtyards - Our Budapest (Budapest, 1993)

the way you open it and shut it, you beat the quilt thrown across the sill until feathers fly, you wipe the frame with a shirt you are now too fat to wear, you clean the panes with Womens’ Weekly, you draw up and lower the blinds at night, you shake the crumbs off the tablecloth, you stand for long hours in your light poppy-red gown and watch the drops run down the pane

And I see the way you step up

the way you fall soundless from stone sill to stone sill. And my body meaures your body in tons as for the last time, with its split leaves, the foliage of the horse chestnut tree keeps you up, then finally lets you fall.

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