The Photo

The Photo

a can of beans opened

a bottle of patriot brandy

tomato salad

he tells me

defying the object lens

( in the back

a clock stock-still

above a three-arm candlestick)

of someone

who’s watching him today

how he scrubbed the faeces off the toilets

till on the white marble

small dollar bills

appeared from under the mop

but now I stop and look for my pack of cigarettes

I don’t know where I left it

or maybe I smoked them

the one in the photo

fails to finish his sentence

I look and behind it

someone from around here is playing with me

I didn’t finish my coffee

I keep looking

annoyed

I take a gulp from the bottle of patriot

he asks me not get drunk

but I can’t fiind the pack

he offers me a nobles

I refuse it

I don’t want to go back

just for cigarette

I keep gobbling the beans

finally I see a butt

I light it satisfied

tear the photo into four shreds

and throw them into the ash-tray

Traducerea Petru Iamandi