CONDENSATION

He placed the fish on the chair.

The woman fell asleep in the mirror.

The fresh butter is in the refrigerator. The salt

is in a small plastic bag. My children -he said-

(he said it turned to the wall from which all the pictures

had been removed). My children, my children-he repeated-

the best are the dead; I am not;

I stash myself naked in my hollow wooden horse;

I sit cramped; I light a cigarette; put it out; I fear

lest the smoke escape through the horse's eyes and it betray me.