It is cleaned for the first time in weeks
not a speck of dust
even in the corners
Even the curtains are new
Jacket and shirt unbuttoned at the top

We talk about the harmless things
the happy things
After a few glasses of wine about
the seemingly intimate things
suicide attempts and dreams

Considerations of clichés caressing as
greasy cotton waste

The empty bottles and wine drops are left behind
the smell of alcohol and garlic

The well-wishing in the doorway
These ironic timbres