Читать книгу The Uses of the Body - Deborah Landau - Страница 17
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In opera you get what you need.
It’s not marriage.
A man to sleep with.
A place to lay my head at night.
He knows every road of me.
Can find the turnoff without a map.
Can drive along the low stone wall
in the dark until he reaches the open field
and I go with him, countryside.
I haven’t broken any law.
I’m in my own car steering into my own
parking place.
He’s my co-, my accomplice.
I hardly see him.
