Portrait of a Woman in Bed

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Portrait of a Woman in Bed

There’s my things

drying in the corner:

that blue skirt

joined to the grey shirt⁠—

I’m sick of trouble!

Lift the covers

if you want me

and you’ll see

the rest of my clothes⁠—

though it would be cold

lying with nothing on!

I won’t work

and I’ve got no cash.

What are you going to do

about it?

—and no jewelry

(the crazy fools)

But I’ve my two eyes

and a smooth face

and here’s this! look!

it’s high!

There’s brains and blood

in there⁠—

my name’s Robitza!

Corsets

can go to the devil⁠—

and drawers along with them!

What do I care!

My two boys?

—they’re keen!

Let the rich lady

care for them⁠—

they’ll beat the school

or

let them go to the gutter⁠—

that ends trouble.

This house is empty

isn’t it?

Then it’s mine

because I need it.

Oh, I won’t starve

while there’s the Bible

to make them feed me.

Try to help me

if you want trouble

or leave me alone⁠—

that ends trouble.

The county physician

is a damned fool

and you

can go to hell!

You could have closed the door

when you came in;

do it when you go out.

I’m tired.