What am I doing here
dressed up and laughing
for nothing, in too much noise

to understand anyone?
still nine, nine days left
nine days without hands

to lie in and purr
only mine
and they don't count

can not do what he can do
Perhaps the man opposite me
seems like a sweet man

or the pretty guys over there
who will know how
without thinking about it

what I am doing here
doubting
with my clothes on