Carmen Camacho - EQUAL TO ZERO

I recount hotel rooms
you uncork the warm little champagne bottle
I recount hotel rooms:

nights on man clawing
at my bedroom door and howling
wishing to enter and lowly crawl

nights of man inside
looking at himself in me with the full moon
of the wardrobe

nights of man and my weariness
looking at the modest flats in front
but not opening the window

Nights without night
of men
without me

Translated by: Jacinto Pariente