I sleep with the cat
when no one will have me.
When I can’t give it away
for love or money—
I telephone the ones
who used to love me.
Or try to lure the leery
into my pretty web.
I’m loony as a June bride.
Cold as a bruja’s tit.
A pathetic bitch.
In short, an ordinary woman.
Grateful to excessiveness.
At the slightest tug of generousness,
I stick to the cyclop who takes me,
lets me pee on the carpet
and keeps me fed.
Have you seen this woman?
I am considered harmless.
Armed and dangerous.
But only to me.