Mourning an undespeaed loneliness.
Not a pants, not a sock, not an intimate garment that makes me company.
Being so delicate is not good.
Mourning the lack of company...
First I washed the rags,
then the napkins,
then the panties,
and the T-shirt.
I dried my hands on the towel.
I put them to dry and
I sat down to spread cream on my hands....