the small woman from the attic sits cross-legged
with her pink plastic hair rollers for hours. her
life spins like the spool of thread on the sewing
machine. she sleeps wearing a flowery morning
gown in the room with a flowery wallpaper and
a secondhand carpet imitating autumn grass. she
boils her lime tree tea and dairy free pasta on
the electric boiling ring. she washes her hair
with nettle essence shampoo. once a month she goes
to the central store to see new dress designs then
she reads at midnight group portrait with lady. in
a sideboard she hides a pair of perfumed lace gloves
the color of the skin. she wears them when the spring
wind blows. on a shelf in the kitchen a grated lemon
in an egg saucer is slowly getting dry.