Monsieur is here. I am reading. Reading the novel. In it a woman feigns ill is reclining on a sofa is revived but wants to die in the arms of her lover. Lover is monsieur is here. Am here reading. She says in the 18th century she wants to be caressed by the arms of death and the phallus of death. She is feigning. He, another Frenchman, the architect, wants none if it and I want none of it he says. He is monsieur the husband. He, another one who loved her once got tired. Got tired reclined on a sofa. The war continues beneath their balconies. Voile is not the order of the day but volley might be. They (the countries) play war beneath their shuttered windows. He picks up the pen to write to his mistress “They play as if at war beneath my shuttered windows. . . .”
She remembers the first day her mother said Save your leg hair for shaving later you want something to look forward to. And she, another one, a nun, dropped out, became a mistress. Of any household, dust & sweep, dust & sweep. She is like to strangle herself in mirror in the tedium of dust and sweep. But is rescued by any man who is Back Door Man who is the butler in any century. Mommy (he heard it on A.M. radio), what is a gigolo?
She is another victim that week. He writes “I worry for you.”
(We scan down the street to see brief lives.)
She was a mighty matchgirl and displayed her wares in the heyday watering spots all about town. She is secretly dealing a controlled substance. I love you I love you she cries to the cop who plugs her.
& Marietta Martine is the Mata Hari who stole in a bigger time at a bigger angle and developed her lethal weaponry to be marketed in Iran, secretly in Israel. I am reading. Monsieur is here. He gets up to gather his opium paraphernalia. What is a novel? In a title? In the act of? Of what? Someone is doing something. Someone is torturing someone. Woman is being the victim of this or any other story. She is feigning to get the best of the plot. She is feigning until the denouement to show true colors. The sofa is green. No the sofa is red. No the sofa is blue. The sofa is blue. No the sofa is black. The sofa is black.