"I' am not a professional, I work
in an office of the American Army."

Her feet inside the puddle of her underskirt

"I'am always short of money
but I do this very seldom."
My shadow was too big on her bed,
dry pool of single woman on the ground.

She asked me if my country was in Africa,
while I was asking my hands for her lethargic
and angular body upside down and to the right.
"Don't tell anybody what happened tonight,
keep it secret its shameful."

But I tell this because it seemed tender:
little mistaken animal of honor during the week,
afraid of Saturday night when she was more honest.

And I cannot keep quiet about what is truly
shameful. Even though it was in another language
and long ago.