The floor of the hall
was sticky and full of
dance and hot boundaries
From your dad’s cupboard
you had stolen a bottle
Mint and marks (=Finnish mark, money)
And when we kissed I believed in
Victory or death
Tell your husband to dress up
in Che Guevara
When you fall on the bed
for a moment would it bring that danger
that ended in the stomach then
when we painted eyes black
On the smoking place we rebelled
And against that machine we raged
To the three-room flat they now
bring salt and bred
I’m waiting on the corner
drunkenness
Your husband is bringing you
a glass of wine and water
It is so sweet that
it nauseates
And when you kiss
I want to be elsewhere
or somebody else