Since you walked out on me
I’m getting lovelier by the hour.
I glow like a corpse in the dark.
No one sees how round and sharp
My eyes have grown
How my carcass looks like a glass urn,
How I hold up things in the rags of my hands,
The way I can stand though crippled by lust.
No, there’s just your cruelty circling
My head like a bright rotting halo.
(Trans. Laura Schiff)