She’d drink only skimmed milk and black coffee
And take a furtive glimpse in that
Semi crystal looking glass
Every time she came out of the kitchen and
Into her cozy quiet study
She didn’t mind those anti-smoking campaigns on TV
Nor the salesmen ringing the doorbell
Quite very early in the morning
She’d never dear be rude
Mind the noble (a bit artificial) style of her upbringing
She was a pacifist and an ecologist
Fighting for unspoiled nature
And then a feminist in the annual V-Day march
She was my she-part freaking out because of spoiled milk or
Lost mail,
Cuddling all the mice creeping through in the attic
She was ineffable and unreal
Just as that pale image of an innocent lass
Haunting the mirror hours after she passed by it
And ever so disgustingly in love…