Why did I count the clean cups,
And the fresh towels, the folded panties,
And the hours on the broom,
The kitchen silences, you and I suffered
When we lied on the tally ?
I was, dear, obsessed by what was real.
Meet your partner early in life,
Unburdened yet by work, or success,
Or failure for that matter, and you too
Would become hooked on what’s real.
Image credit : Ernst Haas, « Paris », France, 1954